I remember my own hand opening the folder instead of shaking.
So I keep it.
Not as a trophy.
As a reminder.
People can call restraint weakness when they are depending on you to explode.
They can repeat a story until an entire room starts looking at you through it.
But eventually, if you are fortunate and prepared, someone asks the question the story cannot survive.
And sometimes dignity returns without shouting.
Sometimes it returns with a judge leaning forward, a silent courtroom waiting, and one man finally being required to explain what he actually knew.
