She set a small metal flash drive flat on the conference table between us.

“Ivan lied to me too,” she said.

“That doesn’t make you a victim, Renata.”

“I know it doesn’t.” She didn’t reach for the drive again.

“Those are the complete threads.

Texts, voice notes, emails — between Ivan, his mother, and me.

Everything.”

Adeline asked how she’d come to have them.