I spent most of the day comparing the old correspondence with the current application.
The email trail did not produce a single clean answer. It showed Daniel rushing toward a business opportunity, but it also showed me agreeing to delay the project. It showed the nonprofit asking for decisions, and both of us failing to provide a useful one. It showed that I'd written the first report, that Daniel had summarized it without my permission, and that I'd left town without making sure the correction reached everyone who needed it.
The paperwork contained no magic sentence that made one of us innocent.
Priya called while I was checking the timestamps.
"You found the original emails?" she asked.
"Daniel sent them."
"Convenient timing."
"I know."
"Does the chain clear him?"
"No."
"Does
