He has the resources, and the expertise, and the sheer immovable patience, to prove it.

And this is the part of the story that Damian has never been able to feel entirely good about, even at the happiest end of it, because it raises a question he cannot answer.

Mabel was innocent four years ago.

The truth of her innocence existed four years ago, sitting in the same accounts, waiting in the same metadata, provable by the same forensic methods.

Nothing changed about the facts between the day she was ruined and the day she was cleared.

What changed was that a billionaire happened to drive down a particular dirt road on a particular July afternoon and happened to recognize a face through the dust.