Ordinary bad actors exploit your weaknesses.

The dangerous ones exploit your strengths — your loyalty, your trust, your reluctance to believe you are being robbed by someone you loved.

Damon had done that to me with his eyes open, in writing, eight days before he signed a document swearing to deal with me fairly.

And the same trusting nature he had counted on to hide the crime became, once I finally read to the bottom of the page, the thing that made me handle it correctly.

He weaponized my good faith.