He was in fact working in the most unforgiving memory ever built.

I did not have to be clever.

I only had to know where the memory was kept.

Chapter 20 — My Son Before My Predator

Judge Bennett ordered another recess, and this time two additional officers entered the courtroom and took up positions near the doors, and Michael noticed them, and understood what they meant.

“So this is it?” he said to me, across the aisle, low and bitter.

“You’re really going to get your own son arrested?” And I looked at him, and I felt very tired, and very sad, and very clear.