And now, here is a bedroom. The blanket's contours reveal a small child is hiding under them. Quarrelling voices intrude from another room. There is a slight, barely perceptible movement. Tiny fingers pull the blanket tighter around its head.
And now. Sitting in a different bed, a small boy. A tall man rips up the boy's comics. Now he is hitting the boy. I understand he hurts the boy because his wife has hurt him. The boy has blood on his cheek. The man sits on the bed and cries. The boy kneels up and hugs him.