But it only works in private, in the dark, with no witnesses and no evidence.

It does not work at all in front of fifty people with a receipt in your hand.

Standing on that stage, hearing him call me crazy one more time, I felt the last of the doubt burn off like fog in sun.

I was not crazy.

I had never been crazy.

I had been right the entire time, about all of it, and now I had the paper to prove it, and there was not one thing left he could say to make me question my own eyes again.

“Don’t come any closer, Trent,” I said, and I drew a folded sheet of paper from the pocket of my cover-up and held it up where everyone could see.