"How did you get this number?"
Naomi's voice came out steadier than she felt, which she counted as its own small victory.
"Priya gave it to me," Julian said. "Eighteen months ago. In case of emergency, she said. I never used it. I'm using it now."
Naomi closed her eyes, filing away a conversation with Priya she was clearly going to need to have later. "This qualifies as an emergency."
"I know," Julian said. "I'm sorry. For all of it. I need you to know I didn't file that motion. I didn't reopen this."
"Then who did?"
"The state," Julian said. "On its own, based on evidence that surfaced eighteen months ago and apparently sat in a file somewhere until a new prosecutor picked it up and decided it was worth pursuing. I found out an hour before you did."
Naomi sank into her chair, the o
