“You don’t have to decide what happened, Idan.

That’s why the judge is here.”

“But I saw something.”

“Then tell your father or the officer, and they can help you do it properly.”

Idan had tried to tell his father twice.

Both times Adam had told him the matter was being handled.

At seven, he understood that phrase meant nobody was listening.

When the courtroom doors opened for those returning from recess, he slipped away from Helen and ran down the short aisle before anyone caught him.