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

We remained silent for several minutes.

Finally, Isabelle said:

“Give me one hour.”

“For what?”

“To talk to him before we make a formal report.”

I didn’t like the idea.

But I wanted her to feel she had a chance to ask directly.

We already had hospital records, and I’d begun preserving the details Toby had given us.