The morning of the hearing, the boys woke before dawn. The smaller twin, Adrian, padded into the kitchen rubbing one eye and asked why they were wearing formal clothes on a school day. His brother Elias followed and asked whether their father would be there. Eleanor knelt between them and told them she needed them to come with her, to stay close, to hold her hands when asked, and to understand that grown-ups might say ugly things that belonged to grown-ups, not to them.
“Do we have to talk?” Adrian asked.
“No.”
“Can we squeeze if we’re scared?” Elias asked.
She kissed both foreheads. “Yes.”
When she dressed, she chose navy because black would read as performance to certain eyes and cream would feel like surrender. She wore her mother’s watch for the first time in years. She tucked the envelope and the device into her bag. Then, before leaving, she stood for one brief second in the doorway of the rented suite and let herself imagine failure.