I know how that sounds.

I know that choosing a dramatic public reckoning over a quiet, private arrest can look like vanity, or theater, or a hunger for revenge dressed up as a hunger for justice, and I have examined my own motives carefully, because I did not want to lie to myself about them.

And here is what I found when I looked honestly.

It was not only about spectacle.

It was about the specific way that men like Brandon survive.

A man like my husband does not, in the end, get destroyed by facts alone; he gets destroyed by facts that too many people have witnessed to allow him to spin.