Gerald Rask did not look up.

Corinne Rask, who was sentenced twenty minutes later, looked at me the entire time and mouthed something I chose not to work out.

And I went out into a car park in New Haven on a Thursday afternoon in October, nineteen months after a garage window, and I did not feel one single thing that I had expected to feel.

I called Devrim from the car and he said, “Is it done?”