Ian picked up the pages.

His hands shook so hard the paper rattled, and the hard drive slid off and clattered to the floor.

He understood, in that breathless second, that I had not simply packed up and left him.

I had investigated him.

I had taken him apart — mathematically, legally, and for good.

I had thought carefully about that desk, and about what to leave on it, because I wanted the message to land in a precise order.