I called Priya that night.
"I need to send the recordings," I said. "The phone calls."
Priya was quiet for a moment. "Are you sure? Those are... those are different. They're personal. They'll make it impossible for her to claim she didn't know."
"I know."
"You'll have to testify. You'll have to say, in front of a court, that you helped her. That you signed the false documents. That you knew what you were doing."
I had thought about this. I had thought about it every night since I left Bellhaven. I had thought about the day I had shredded the first batch of files, the day I had lied to the auditor, the day I had signed my name to a document I knew was false. I had done all of it because Lena asked. Because I wanted to be needed. Because I had confused loyalty with love.
"I know," I sa
