On Christmas

walked back to my car. He said no one intended harm.

Then the prosecutor played the video.

The courtroom went silent.

There were my daughters.

Tiny figures on a snowy porch.

Lily ringing the bell.

Emma jumping from foot to foot.

My mother opening the door.

My father visible behind her.

The conversation had no audio, but Lily’s testimony gave it words.

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