Not because I am proud of what it documented, but because it was complete.

There were no gaps in it.

There was no ambiguity, no room for a clever lawyer to introduce doubt.

It was the same quality of work I had spent nine years producing for clients who paid enormous sums for exactly this: an evidentiary record so thorough and so clean that it did not argue a case so much as simply end one.

Wendy and Luca had spent three years seeing me as a wife — a role, a fixture, a woman whose function was to be present and pleasant and quiet.