I gave a deposition in a plain conference room with a pump bag at my feet.

I described the curb, the wheelchair, the second call, Wendy’s sentence, Luca’s laugh.

I described the text about the watch.

I described the screenshots.

When they asked why I had not told Luca the truth about my father at the beginning, I did not decorate the answer.

“I wanted to be chosen without the company attached,” I said.

“He taught me that he could not even choose me with a hospital sign over the door.”

That sentence went into the record and out of my body.

I slept better that night than I had in months.

Wendy tried a different approach when the money froze.