A recording proves nothing — I’ll say you set me up, I’ll say you lured me into that hallway, I’ll say you’ve been unstable since the day you married my son.

It’s my word against yours, and my word has always been worth more.” He was close now, and menacing, and a year ago I might have stepped back.

I did not step back.

“You’re right that it would be your word against mine, Arthur,” I said.

“If it were only me.

But it isn’t only me anymore.

There’s Sarah Pruitt, who I found two months ago, and who is very tired of her NDA.

There’s Sienna.