Gavin stepped between us and asked him not to photograph me.

Court staff directed the crowd away from the passage, and we moved toward the exit without stopping for questions.

I had wanted the facts heard in court.

That did not mean I wanted my face used to advertise a family reunion before I understood it myself.

At the elevator, Gavin asked whether I would accept a private hotel suite while we worked out what came next.

“You don’t have to decide on a house today,” he said.