My Son Came Home With a Concussion and Whispered, “Grandpa Said Daddy Wouldn’t Come”—Then a Camera at 8:17 Exposed What My Family Was Hiding

“At what time?”

“I don’t remember exactly.”

She pointed to the timestamp.

“Eight seventeen.”

Kyle looked toward Frank.

Frank moved his folder.

The mediator raised her hand.

“Please leave the documents where they are.”