Several parents on that bus, in the chaos of the evacuation, had recorded portions of it on their phones.

And the transportation company had its own camera footage, mounted inside the bus, recording continuously.

And on that footage, clearly, in a way no attorney could spin and no boardroom voice could talk its way around, was my husband — reaching down, taking his injured son’s hands off his own sleeve, finger by finger, and turning to run to another woman’s child.

I was not disappearing into the night with our child.

I want to be precise about that, because it matters to me and it mattered to the court.

I was not fleeing, or hiding, or stealing my son away.