She was forty years old.

She had been, when she walked into that hospital fundraiser, a person with an apartment, a career of sorts, a reasonable future, and no criminal record.

Chadworth attended the plea hearing and did not testify, because there was nothing left to say.

He sat in the third row.

She looked at him once, on the way out, and he found — and this surprised him — that he felt nothing much at all.

Not triumph.