Outside the courthouse, reporters approached.

I declined to describe what had happened to me in graphic detail.

I answered one question: Was I relieved the proceedings were over?

“Yes,” I said.

“And I want to go home to my daughter.”

For years I had thought every important moment required an explanation that satisfied Garrett.

I was learning that some answers could simply be enough.

<strong>PART 13: THE DRAWER</strong>