In the investigator’s office, watching it, Teresa began to weep.

“I thought Fiona was going back!” she cried.

Fiona whipped around.

“You said you were going!” And George snapped at both of them: “Neither of you checked!” The three of them turned on each other, right there in the room, each one scrambling to assign the blame elsewhere.

I did not say a single word.

I did not need to.

The video spoke, and it spoke more damningly than any accusation of mine ever could have.