But two men were destroying their own lives in front of us, and however richly they had earned it, there is no true joy to be found in watching a human being ruined, even a human being who tried to commit murder.

What I felt, and what I believe Raymond felt, was not triumph but a heavy and sober relief, the way you feel when a fire is finally out.

The danger was over.

Raymond was safe.

My son was safe.

The men who had done this would harm no one else.

That was enough.

That was, in fact, everything.