I had expected it to be the hardest thing I had ever done and it was not, because when I actually laid it out there was nothing to weigh.

I had sent a twenty-three-year-old away from an injured woman.

Whatever I owed Vivienne Bramhall — and I owed her a great deal, and I still say so — I did not owe her a second version of that morning.

Part Fifteen: Wilmington

My deposition was taken on the eleventh of September, two years and eleven months after I opened a door, in a conference room on the fourteenth floor of a building on North Market Street in Wilmington, Delaware.

It ran six hours and forty minutes with two breaks.