“Yes.”

“And Delia?”

“Yes.”

I pressed a hand over my eyes.

I had spent so long being told that I misunderstood people, that my memory was unreliable, that my feelings made small events seem enormous.

Hearing someone confirm the evidence existed made me more emotional than I expected.

“I thought I would have to convince you,” I said.

“You still have a voice in this case,” Mercer answered.