Brandon had introduced himself as a devoted employee trying to rebuild his life after a difficult split.

She’d met him at dinners with colleagues and eventually believed they had a future together.

“At the terminal I laughed because I thought you were trying to catch him in a lie he’d already explained to me,” she said.

“When I saw the babies, I knew something was wrong.

I still laughed.

I’m ashamed of that.”

She placed screenshots on the table, showing the dates of his messages and the stories he’d told.

I didn’t know whether they would matter legally, but they mattered to me.