What saved her this time was not justice as a reliable feature of the world.

It was a machine that happened to be running, and an employer who happened to come home early, and a handful of strangers who happened to do their jobs.

I am glad beyond measure that the pieces fell as they did.

But I have never been able to forget how easily they might not have, and how many Teresas, in how many houses, are telling the truth right now to no camera at all.

Chapter 12 — Tell Me Everything