But when our son cried, nobody told me I was making the problem worse by responding.

I could simply go to him.

That was the beginning of something I hadn’t realized we’d lost.

A normal night.

PART 8 — THE VOICES THEY COULDN’T EXPLAIN AWAY

The courthouse looked ordinary.

That surprised me.

I had imagined the hearing for weeks.

In my mind, the building was enormous and intimidating.

The process dramatic.