For fourteen minutes, he cried out. For fourteen minutes, he was held and bruised, his body restrained by force. For fourteen minutes, he fought not just against the weight of adults far stronger than him, but against fear, confusion, and betrayal. I was not in the room with him—but I live with those fourteen minutes every single day. I’ve heard his cries when I sleep, and I’ve seen the aftermath in his eyes. I knew our story could not end there. Jonathan Carey died. How man