My four-year-old daughter, Emma, stood completely still for a moment—then suddenly rushed toward the pastor, shouting something that brought the entire room into stunned silence.

—What else did you see, honey?— he asked.

Miriam screamed.

Finally, he screamed.

“She’s making it up! She’s a child! She doesn’t understand what she saw!” she shrieked in a voice so hysterical that no intelligent person could have continued to mistake her for wounded innocence.

She wanted to move towards Emma, ​​but the pastor raised his arm in front of her with an authority that, for the first time in that family, came exactly on time.

“Don’t take another step,” he said.