He put it to me that I had been told by my own son what to look for and had then looked for it.

And I said: “My son told me to hide.

He didn’t tell me what my husband would be carrying.”

The case was not won by me.

It was won by three things, and none of them were mine.

It was won by the bag in the boot, because a man who has come home to check on his wife does not have a decedent’s medication in his car.

It was won by Deborah Achebe, who spent a day and a half on the stand explaining irrevocable beneficiary designations to twelve people in a way that was so clear that the judge thanked her, which apparently is not a thing that happens.