And somewhere in it, he did the thing that every thirteen-year-old on earth eventually does at eleven at night with a phone in their hand.

He typed his own name.

He got Maya’s video first.

It has been re-uploaded and reaction-posted and stitched into compilations for seven years; there is a version with subtitles in four languages.

My mother is not named in it but she is described precisely enough, and by the third result you have her name, because that’s how the internet works.

Then he got the trial coverage.