Madison made a small sound behind me.
I turned and saw tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
I did not forgive her. Forgiveness was not a door someone else could knock on and expect to be opened immediately. But I believed, in that moment, that she finally understood she had been standing beside a man she did not truly know.
The examiner removed the flash drive.
“We’ll need to image this properly,” he said.
Daniel nodded. “Chain of custody from this moment forward.”
As the examiner sealed it in an evidence bag, Mr. Albright appeared in the doorway, face pale.
“There’s a woman in the lobby asking for Mrs. Mitchell,” he said.
Daniel looked at me. “Which Mrs. Mitchell?”
Mr. Albright swallowed.
“Evelyn.”
The building seemed to hold its breath.
