Because I did not, in the end, organize my recovery around Jonathan’s ruin.

His ruin happened — I did not spare him from the consequences of his choices, and I do not apologize for that — but I refused to let it become the point.

The point became the anti-violence standards I wrote into my firm, and the therapy that taught me my test had been broken long before Jonathan ever failed it, and the friends I reclaimed, and the success I finally stopped shrinking to make small men comfortable.

Justice, I came to understand, is not the pleasure of watching someone stay destroyed forever.