What I had wanted, all along, underneath the story of revenge I told myself to keep going, was something simpler and far more important.

I had wanted the truth.

I had spent years being told that the truth was something other than what I could see with my own eyes, and I had come to that courtroom for one reason above all others: to have the truth, my truth, the truth I had documented, verified, and refused to doubt, finally said out loud in a room that had the power to make it official.

And now it had been.