I had meant to build a test of his heart.

What I had actually built was a blind spot, and he had lived inside it, and grown bolder in the dark of it, year by year, until the night he felt safe enough to do what he did.

I do not blame myself for his crime.

But I have made my peace with the truth that my hiding was not only humility.

It was also, in the end, a door I left unlocked.