("It may act as a spur to his eventual recovery. It's where he was found, you know, and there are memories locked up inside him, memories that can't help but crowd back. And, as well, this sort of thing—the abandonment of a child, and he was, obviously, abandoned, is something we don't like to see set aside. If at all possible, we like to see the parents brought to justice, in time. Sam can help us do that.") Because "justice" was fine, and noble, but not at the expense of a child's peace of mind. That price was too high. She watched him. He was at the edge of the yard, his back to her; he was very still, and quiet, his eyes apparently on the dark, thick line of woods a half mile off. She pitied him suddenly for the turmoil at work inside him, the forces pulling and pushing him this way and that, and she pitied herself, too, because she had no idea what those forces were, where they originated, or why, and therefore could not help him very much; and, as a consequence, could not help herself.
