They Arranged Themselves Like a Panel of Judges to Accuse Me of Trying to Destroy the Family — Then I Set My Phone on the Coffee Table, Pressed Play, and Let Them Hear the Man They’d Spent a Fortune Protecting

“That’s the recording,” I said.

“This is the rest.” And I took the thick folder out of my bag and set it on the table beside the phone.

David’s hands shook as he opened it.

Inside were bank statements, the settlement agreement, and a sworn affidavit prepared by a law firm in Washington.

“Eight years ago,” I said, keeping my eyes on Arthur, “a counselor at Bellhaven named Sarah Pruitt filed a grievance against him — unwanted advances, months of them, the same behavior I reported to both of you about myself and was told I imagined.” Constance’s head turned slowly toward her husband.

“The school didn’t call the police,” I went on.