She said: “He never touched me. I want to be clear about that, because his lawyer will be. He never came near me. He just made sure that every adult who loved me spent seven years too frightened to tell me the truth.

I don’t know what you call that. I know what it did.”

And then she turned her head and looked at him, and said the last part directly to him and not to the board, which is the opposite of what he had done, and I do not know whether she planned that or whether she is simply braver than everyone else in my family.

“You said you never intended for anyone to be harmed. My father is dead of an infection he was too frightened to see a doctor about. My brothers didn’t have their own names until they were sixteen.

I’m the leverage. That’s the word he used for me in the last thing he ever recorded. You did all of that on purpose and it worked, and you’re allowed to be sorry, but you don’t get to say you didn’t mean it.”

Then she sat down.