I want to be very clear, because the worst possible reading of me is that I knew and said it anyway, and that is not what happened and it has been established that it is not what happened, because the note was on my phone and the metadata is what it is.

What happened is that at two forty-four in the afternoon my sister said a sentence that put me inside a window, and something in me answered before I had consulted anything, and what came out was not a lie and it was not the truth.

It was the shape of what I needed to be true, produced at speed, under threat.

Ninety minutes.