And then she cried, properly, for about four minutes, and said she had not meant to hurt her, and I said that hitting her head might have been an accident and the next twenty minutes were not.

And she had no answer and I had the folder on the desk and I put the notary journal photograph in front of her and she said, “You went to Peoria?”

Here is what that nine minutes cost.

She now knew exactly what existed.

Every frame of it, and where the gaps were, and that there were gaps, because she watched the counter jump from 17:56 to 18:01 in front of me and I watched her see it.

She had nine days before I filed anything.