He looked at the social worker’s photographs of my injuries.

And then I played him the recording — the audio my phone had captured, without my even deciding it should, from the moment Wendy raised her voice in my hallway to the moment she stood over what she had done and said, in her own unmistakable voice, look what you made me do. Detective Miller listened to all of it, and his jaw set, and when it was finished he was quiet for a moment.

“This is an airtight felony domestic assault case, Mrs.

Sterling,” he said.