But I will not pretend I did not feel the deep, quiet justice of it settle over the room like snow.

He had reached for my whole life.

He had missed a button.

And the distance between those two facts was the exact distance between the life he had planned and the one he was about to have.\n\n”That conversation,” he started, “wasn’t what it sounded like—”

But it was too late for that, and he knew it, because everyone had heard it.

There was no reinterpreting a man’s own voice describing his own plan in his own words.