The records bore that out.

Her wrongdoing was more specific and, in its own way, devastating: she’d blocked contact, allowed a false statement of my wishes to be sent, and ensured that Elena’s attempts to reach me were handled as a legal nuisance.

“I thought I was helping,” she whispered.

I wanted to tell her that intent did not matter.

Priya had taught me better.

Intent mattered to the exact legal questions.