“I didn’t know what it was.”

He looked frightened until I told him he was not in trouble.

Then he asked whether I had seen the whale drawing.

I said I had.

“It’s supposed to be a submarine,” he corrected.

I apologized again, this time for misidentifying his artwork, and he laughed for the first time in days.

The notebook was never displayed dramatically before a crowded room.

Some of its content was discussed privately with the professionals supporting Noah.