He is serving a sentence I am not permitted to detail. I attended every hearing. I never once raised my voice, because I never needed to, and I wanted him to understand that in the end.

Marguerite was buried properly, in the ground, where I can visit her, which was her actual wish and the one thing he tried hardest to erase.

Dr. Vance kept the recording safe for three days before he found the courage to call me. I have thanked him more times than he is comfortable with.

He spent years telling people I was a retired secretary, and my daughter and I let him, because a quiet life was all we wanted. What he never understood is that quiet is not the same as harmless, and privacy is not the same as weakness. He buried her believing the story ended there. My daughter, terrified, dying, had the presence of mind to leave one recorder running, and she trusted that if anyone could hear it, it would be me. She was right. She was seen. And the man who was so certain no one was looking learned, far too late, exactly who had been watching the whole time.