Some stories don’t ask you to judge what happened. They ask you to sit quietly with why it happened—and then leave you alone with the discomfort of not having a clean answer. That was the space I found myself in while reading We, the Survivors. You enter the narrative knowing the outcome. A man has killed someone. He has already served his time. The world has moved on. And yet, the most important question remains strangely untouched—not by the courts, not by society, and
