The Ledger I Finally Cleared

Her face, in that moment, held no shame.

It held the particular rage of someone who has been outmaneuvered, and nothing else, and I let myself see it clearly, and I let the last of my hope for her go.

Before Fairbank could shape a defense, I set the printed audit log on the rolling table and put my finger on the highlighted rows.

“This is the record’s own metadata,” I said.

“It shows Dr.