I did not gloat.

I did not replay the news filings for pleasure.

I felt, instead, the quiet, almost impersonal satisfaction of watching a crooked thing be made straight, a debt long overdue finally collected, a rule that everyone had pretended did not apply to the Vance family turn out to apply after all.

I did not need Wendy to hurt.

I needed the world to be one in which what she did had a cost, so that my daughter would grow up in that world and not the other one.

That is justice, not revenge.