I knew what Lily overheard, what I witnessed, and what investigators documented.

I knew that our daughter had been placed in danger by decisions made by adults she trusted.

Afterward, I sat beside Priya in the courthouse corridor while people walked past carrying briefcases and coffee cups.

She asked if I wanted to go home.

“Yes,” I said.

Then I corrected myself.

“I want to go where Lily is.”

For the first time in months, I understood those two answers could become the same thing again.