Every fact he confirmed was a perception of mine, restored to me, validated, handed back with the official stamp of a court: you saw correctly.

You were not crazy.

The wrongness was never in you.

It was always, exactly, where you thought it was.

I had spent a year gathering that evidence to win a divorce.

What it actually won back was something I had not known I had lost until it was returned to me: the ability to trust my own eyes.

That is worth more than sixty percent of anything.

It is the thing they had truly stolen, and the thing I truly came to reclaim.