“Then I can’t ignore it either.”

I told him I had already handed the recording over to his superiors. Internal Affairs was investigating.

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Two officers stood outside.

Aaron didn’t resist. He simply raised his hands and went with them.

By evening, everyone in the neighborhood knew he had been arrested.

Since then, I’ve given statements and answered endless questions.

This morning, I took my daughters back to the memorial.

We brought fresh flowers and stood together in silence.

I told them the truth—that their father hadn’t made a careless mistake. He had discovered something wrong and was trying to do what was right.

Lucy leaned against me and whispered, “Dad was good.”

I looked at the cross, the flowers swaying in the wind, and nodded.

“Yes,” I said softly. “He was.”