Loving Your Child Is an Instinct; Shielding Him From the Consequences of What He Did to Another Human Being Is Something Else Entirely — I Learned the Difference at Sixty, at the Door of a Chicken Coop

The letters from her mother he burned.

The workers he fired one by one until no witness remained.

The labor from before dawn, and the way he decided, each day, whether she had earned the right to eat.

She did not embellish and she did not spare herself, and the room went very still around her voice.

Twice Brock burst out that she was lying, and twice the judge silenced him with the gavel, and each time he was silenced, Natasha simply waited, and then went on.

I had known she was brave.