And Christian Dupont said: “I never once thought about what I was doing to you.”

And I waited, because I assumed there was a second half — an apology, a but, a mitigation, something.

There was no second half.

That was the whole sentence.

He had come to a conference room with one thing to say and it was a confession with no plea attached to it, and I think, having had time, that it is the truest thing he knows about himself and that he had only just found it out.

I said, “I know.”