She slid the envelope into the deep front pocket of Leo’s yellow cardigan and pressed the wool down flat with her palm.

“Keep your hand over that pocket,” Clara told him, leaning close to his ear.

“Don’t let anybody look inside it until your father tells you.”

Leo nodded once without speaking, pulling his worn rabbit tight against his chest as his arm covered the cardigan pocket.

“Did you hear what I said, Leo?” Clara asked him.

“Yes, Clara,” he whispered in his small, quiet voice.

Julian looked up from his legal folders, caught my eye across the hallway, and signaled Clara to take Leo down the north stairs before the court officer opened the annex doors.