Kirsten didn't approach the bench. She stopped three steps away, leaving a distance that felt like a canyon neither of them could cross.
Without greetings or small talk, she pulled out her phone, found the photo, and held it up in front of him.
In the dim light, the line of hardware log data on the screen was harsh and unmistakably clear.
"I didn't come here to reminisce." Her voice was as cold as the river breeze. "This is enough to prove I had nothing to do with it."
Marion stared at the log, his pupils tightening.
Of course he understood what it meant. This was hard evidence, more damning than any security footage, and more irrefutable than any testimony.
Kirsten lowered her phone. Her gaze remained calm as she looked at his visibly shaken face.
"All I ask," she said, "is that y
