“Whatever the court decides, you were entitled to raise concerns without being afraid,” I said.

She nodded, and we returned to sorting seeds.

Lucas came outside carrying two plastic cups.

He had drawn smiley faces on each one and insisted we plant his mother’s sunflowers in the smaller cup first.

Rachel explained that roots needed room.

He argued that a tiny cup made the plant feel safe.

She considered that seriously.

“Maybe for a little while,” she said.