A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
She did not say there was no legal path by which anything bad could ever happen again.
I had learned to prefer a useful instruction to an impossible guarantee.
We discussed the reports and the choices still open to me.
“I want recovery,” I told her.
“I don’t want to keep spending my days trying to decide what punishment is enough.”
“That is your decision about your own efforts.
It doesn’t undo the facts already reported.”
“I know.”