Until that day, if it ever came, Julian Vance would remain exactly what he had always been to us, a distant stranger with no right to reach into our lives.

People have asked me, since, whether I feel that justice was done, and it is a harder question than it sounds.

In one sense, yes.

The man was exposed, his campaign destroyed, his firm lost, his lie laid bare in front of everyone he had spent his life impressing.

Noah’s future was secured, out of his own fortune, by the order of a court.

The reckless-girl story that had clung to my daughter’s memory for ten years was replaced, in the public record, by the truth, that she had been brave and honorable and wronged.