When you put those two things on a scale, Cordell thought, there is no weighing at all.

There is only which one you were willing to look at in the mirror for the rest of your life.

A locked door can be explained to a judge in an afternoon.

A child handed back across a counter to the person she ran from cannot be explained to anyone, ever, least of all yourself.

He turned the bolt.

He would turn it again a thousand times.