Nothing real does.

Andrew still had to answer for the financial crimes he had unknowingly helped to facilitate, though his full cooperation with investigators helped dismantle the larger criminal network, and the courts weighed his years of coerced silence against the choice he made, at last, to tell the truth.

He eventually found work restoring old houses — taking broken, neglected things and making them whole, which those who loved him understood was not a coincidence but a kind of penance and a kind of prayer, a man who had shattered his own life learning, board by board and room by room, that broken things could be rebuilt if you were patient enough and honest enough to do the work.

He started therapy, and kept at it.