It is something much quieter and much sadder.

It is the moment you stop absorbing the damage and let it flow back to its source.

The judge called a ten-minute recess and ordered Michael and Rachel to remain inside the courthouse.

And in that recess, my son tried, for the first time in weeks, to actually talk to me.

He leaned across the aisle.

“Mom.” I did not answer.

“Mom, listen to me.