My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts Me”—Then She Showed Me What She Had Hidden Underneath
“Because it’s your life.”
That answer was true.
I had spent years telling other people’s stories.
Some with permission.
Some through public records.
Some because public interest outweighed privacy.
Chloe’s case involved public court proceedings.
I could legally discuss plenty.