“No, Maya.” She turned and looked at me, gently, and corrected me one last time, the way she had corrected me all through this story.

“I only kept the evidence.

The one who had to save yourself, in the end, was you.

All I did was make sure that when you were ready, at last, to look, the truth would be there waiting for you.”

There was no miracle, of the kind you see in movies.

No lightning struck Richard in his cell.