His attorney reminded him that protecting the integrity of the process mattered, especially when the children might one day read what happened.

We drove back to the cottage through a thin snowstorm.

Kenneth asked me why I had looked so calm while answering questions.

“I wasn’t calm,” I told him.

“I just knew which things I actually saw.

Everything else belongs to people who can prove it.”

“Sometimes I wish you’d tell me this is all over.”

“It won’t be over on the day someone signs a judgment,” I said.