I want to be careful here, because I have had four years of people expecting me to enjoy it.

What I feel about Douglas Sinclair is nothing much at all.

I saw him for twenty-two minutes on one Thursday afternoon and ninety minutes across a courtroom, and he was never real to me the way the two children on my break room floor were real to me.

The person I think about is Charlotte.

Part Fourteen: What It Cost Her

The story people like has an ending on a courthouse step.