Then George revealed why he had asked to see Renee. An audit of the city bus garage showed that several other injured workers had received notices at outdated addresses. George knew the problem because it had happened to him. He wanted to help the workers aid office reach those people before their appeals expired.
The first legal answer was narrower than anyone hoped. Ethan had to learn that being morally wronged and having a presently enforceable claim were different questions. He disliked the distinction, but pretending otherwise would only create another disappointment. There were still steps that might help, if they were described accurately.
Even a promising discovery could not erase the years in which the problem had been ignored.
There were moments when Ethan wished someone else would make the decision. It was not cowardice so much as exhaustion from trying to be careful. He knew that being right about one detail did not mean he was right about all the others. Before answering, he asked the person across from him to repeat the part he might have misunderstood. That small courtesy altered the tone of the discussion.
A familiar place could begin to feel unfamiliar once the history behind it changed. Ethan looked at doors he had passed hundreds of times and wondered who else had waited there with a question. The walls offered no answers. If anything useful came from looking back, it would have to come through people willing to speak and records someone had taken the trouble to keep.
The neighborhood had a way of carrying on around other people's difficulties. A delivery truck stopped twice at the same curb. Someone argued cheerfully about a ball game near the counter. The traffic light changed even when nobody was waiting to cross. None of those familiar details made the trouble smaller. They only reminded Ethan how easily a serious problem could remain invisible to people who had places to be.
A person could recover from a mistake without being excused from its consequences. Ethan hoped the people who had resisted the truth would eventually understand that distinction. He did not need them to become suddenly generous or deliver a perfect apology. What mattered was whether their next decision would be less harmful than the last and whether others could verify it.
He could ask another question when the morning came.
The uncertainty deserved an honest place in the account.
He wanted an answer that would survive careful scrutiny.
For the moment, listening was more useful than guessing.
And he would learn more.
Renee worked at a pharmacy with a community bulletin board and could post a notice for anyone who wished to contact the clinic voluntarily.