She had saved a small piece of the truth on her phone.

The adults then had to do the difficult work of finding the rest, checking it, and making responsible decisions.

No child should have to win a courtroom battle for a parent.

No nine-year-old should be made the hero of an argument she never chose.

Grace came running back along the path with a smooth white stone in her hand.

“Look,” she said, breathless.

“It looks like a little moon.”