"My wife, daughter, and I stood, backs to the wall, trembling. Then the defendant yanked me forward, thrust a revolver in my hand..." Mr. Rosen shivers, shifts in his chair. "I heard Sophia say 'Papa...'" Rosen closes his eyes, handkerchief pressed to his mouth.
"Do you need a moment, sir?"
Rosen nods. In the gallery, someone coughs.
After a deep sigh, Rosen opens his eyes, resumes speaking.