The recorder broke that story open.
The chain proved what had been done to his body.
His own voice proved that he had never stopped trying to save himself.
Before he left, he turned back near the automatic doors.
“Dr.
Jenkins?”
“Yes?”
He lifted his right hand again.
This time, all five fingers moved.
Then he walked into the sunlight beside the social worker, carrying no chain, no secret, and no reason to be silent.
