“Then she shouldn’t put you on trial.”

I stood and gripped the back of a chair.

“Let people think what they want.”

Chloe shook her head.

“You say that because you’re used to being the one who carries it.”

She opened her folder and took out a printed message.

Elena had written to her two weeks earlier.

She described me as bitter and controlling, said I had made contact difficult, and suggested I kept the girls close to punish her.