Eli answered in a whisper that I could barely hear while his thumb rubbed the ribbon in tight circles.

When the aide took him back outside, the room felt heavier than before.

Beverly stood, thanked me with genuine kindness, and left.

Diane waited until the door clicked shut.

“Carter, there is something we need to discuss.”

“What is it?”

“The state’s attorney is going to ask you a personal question. He will ask about your background and why you are doing this.”

I felt my jaw tighten.

“He can ask whatever he wants.”

“Carter, listen to me. I have read your file twice. There are gaps that the state’s attorney will notice. If there is something you have not told me, now is the time.”

I stared at a water stain on the ceiling and tried to breathe.

“I have carried this for 20 years, Diane. I have never even told my closest friends. I don’t know whether I can say it in a room full of strangers.”