For a moment I pictured Noah laughing at that.

Then I remembered William was gone.

Eight years couldn’t be returned.

The truth would have to matter for what happened next.

PART 6: WHAT THE CHILDREN WANTED TO KNOW

That night, back at our hotel, I expected the children to fall asleep immediately.

They had traveled a long distance, met a roomful of strangers, and witnessed a confrontation no child should have been asked to navigate.

Instead, all four appeared at my bedroom door in their pajamas.