I happened to arrive at the same time as Brian did. Len’s mother, Ethel, a tiny woman, her face disfigured with grief, came out of the house and wrapped him in a big embrace. They wept together. Then she told him she forgave him and knew Len would have chosen to take the same risk if he had been driving that night. She said she thanked God that only her son died, not all three. It was the greatest act of charity I’ve ever witnessed.