The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me
She did not ask me to respond.
I kept the letter in a folder that I hoped never to have to open again.
Wyatt made a public statement accepting that he had failed to respond when I needed help and saying he would continue working to become a safer parent.
I had no way to measure his sincerity from a statement.
I measured his conduct by how he behaved over time.
The internet wanted a final scene in which everyone received exactly the punishment strangers imagined.