A separate review of the former coordinator’s practices was pending, and Andrea emphasized that the process might not produce further findings.

I sat at my kitchen table with Tobias on speakerphone.

“Is that enough?” he asked.

I thought about the answer.

The process could not give me back his childhood.

It could not revive Jonah or erase my father’s threats.

But it could stop the official story from saying that I had never wanted him.

“For today,” I said, “yes.”