Guardian of Ashes

Nine people died in the fire I walked out of. I never told anyone why. Now there's a detective at my station with the old file, a priest who was there that night and can't stop apologizing, and the arsonist's son, who brought me his father's confession in a sealed envelope. All three of them kept something. All three of them stayed. The hearing won't clear my name until I give them mine. I hand it over anyway. I walk out of that courthouse with three men and one cigarette, and I let the last one light it.