It is the harder work of asking the uncomfortable question, showing up when you aren’t expected, and refusing to look away from the thing no one wants to name.
The last time they all saw Gideon was a supervised visit at the prison.
He was thinner, and quieter, and he asked for no money and no easy absolution.
“I can’t give you back the years,” he said through the glass.
“But I’m going to spend the ones I have left trying to never again be the man who took them.”
No one at that table promised to forget.