“I need to ask you this straight out.”

“Ask me.”

“Did he ever try to start something with you?”

“Yes,” Valerie said, with no hesitation at all.

“Twice.”

She opened the folder and turned it around and pushed it across the table, and it was screenshots — messages, dated, from him.

The first was from the end of April.

It said, in part, do you ever think about what it would have looked like if things had gone differently.