Judge Harrington leaned slightly forward.

‘What feels like, Mr. Mason?’

For years I had built a life around not having to say the next words.

Now five children were watching me, and silence seemed like one more thing I could no longer afford.

‘Twenty years ago,’ I began, ‘I was nine years old.

I sat in this courthouse with my four brothers and sisters.’

The judge set down his pen.

PART 7