Maya’s drawings belonged to her first.

Before the hearing, I asked what I should do if reporters called her name outside the building.

My lawyer advised me to give no comment about her private treatment.

We used a separate entrance.

Mrs.

Jones had agreed to testify about what she personally witnessed, but she had not agreed to become a public symbol in anyone’s story.

I thanked her in a quiet hallway and promised that whatever happened, Maya would remember the woman who opened her door.

She had already suffered enough under adult eyes.