That uncertainty is its own kind of life sentence, and Santiago handed it to all of us.

I have deliberately not let myself imagine the details of Sebastian’s last minutes, and I would counsel anyone in my position to do the same, because there is nothing down that road but a torment that changes nothing.

What I hold onto instead is the moral shape of what happened, which is clear even when the physical facts are not.

Two things were true at once on that embankment.