We are safe.

We are free.

And nobody is ever going to play games in our home again.” Because in the end it was not the cameras that saved us, or the lawyer, or the footage on the ballroom screens.

It was an ordinary Tuesday, and a five-year-old boy who saw something the grown-ups had missed, and simply, fearlessly, said the true thing out loud.

The rest was only me, finally, doing the same.