I turned slightly, toward the jury box, because Reyes had told me that if I ever got the chance I should say the next part to them and not to him.

“I decided what Daniel Miller was on the day he married my daughter. He shook my hand and he called me sir and he put his hand on my shoulder, and after that, everything I saw got sorted into a folder that already had a label on it. That is not evidence that nothing was wrong in that house. It’s evidence that I am an ordinary man who trusted a man who was good at being trusted.
“You asked whether I saw nothing. I saw one thing, on the twenty-first of November at 11:40 at night, and I explained it away in four minutes. That’s my answer. I’d rather the jury heard it from me than from you.”

Tolliver looked at me for a moment.

“No further questions,” he said.

Marisol Reyes stood up for redirect and asked me exactly one.

“Dr. Hayes. When your daughter did report — in the only way she could — what did she get?”