That was the only condition I set and the only one that mattered.

I put my phone in the middle of the dining room table — the table Chloe had done her college applications on, which I have since given away — with the photograph open on the screen.

“Yesterday,” I said, “Chloe told all of us that this was hers.

That she started it and pushed for it and that Luca resisted.” I turned the phone so it faced down the length of the table.

“This is a message she sent him at 9:04 last night.