“We have nothing left to say to each other, Richard,” I said.

And I turned, and I walked away, and I did not look back to see his face.

Chapter 18 — The Footage

Three days later, Silvia called me.

The cloud provider had complied with the court’s subpoena.

Patricia had deleted the clips from the app on her phone, but the automated cloud server had kept the raw backup files, exactly as these systems are designed to do, and exactly as the people who use them so often forget.