was a tiny black memory card. The kind that goes inside a tablet or a camera. Smaller than a postage stamp.
“I don’t remember all of it,” Nolan said. “But I don’t have to. Because I recorded it.”
Part Six: The Memory CardI stared at my son’s hand.
I had never seen that memory card before in my life. I had no idea where it came from. I had no idea what was on it.
Judge Halloway leaned forward.
“Nolan,” she said carefully. “What is that?”
“It’s from my tablet,”
Nolan said. “The old one Dad gave me for Christmas. Before he left. It has a camera.”
He looked up at me. For a second, he looked scared again.
Ezoic“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Mom,” he said. “I wanted to be sure first.”
I couldn’t say anything. My throat had closed.
“I was making a dinosaur movie,” Nolan told the judge. “On Saturday night. At Dad’s house. In his office. I had my T-rex and my stegosaurus on his desk, and I was doing a battle scene. With
