That afternoon I walked out of a convention center where I had given the keynote at a summit on financial governance and ethics — I speak about it now, the thing I learned; I tell rooms full of people how the theft usually comes from inside the house, from the ones who call you family while they empty your accounts.

I walked down the wide stone steps into the sea air on my own two legs.

No crutches.

No brace.

No limp.

The scar beneath my knee was bare to the afternoon, and I did not hide it, and I will not hide it again.