I sat on the edge of the sofa and looked at the image for a moment.

The check had been returned through counsel.

Dana had the record, the accompanying document, and the messages.

I did not need to keep examining the photograph to make what happened remain true.

Still, I checked the file reference before putting the phone down.

For a long time, I had feared that if I stopped rehearsing a painful event, somebody would persuade me it had happened differently.

Garrett had been good at that.