The screen came on during the service and her recorded voice said there was something he had forgotten to bury.

What played was eleven minutes, assembled by her attorney under sealed instruction. Her own voice, calm, naming the dates. Then the pharmacy records, the toxicology from the private panel she ordered herself in February, and a copy of the exhumation authorisation she had pre-signed and paid for. She did not accuse him on that screen. She simply said, looking straight into the camera, that if she was right, the evidence was already with the county and would be opened whether or not anyone in that room wanted it opened.

She was right. He is serving thirty one years to life.

The company went into the trust she built. It funds two hundred and forty scholarships a year for teachers returning to study, and it is run by Delphine Okoro, who taught in the classroom next to hers for nine years.

The mistress testified. She had not known, and I believe that, and Imogen had believed it too, which is why the video never named her.

Every day of that marriage she was told she was nothing without him. She spent her last months making certain that the world would finally look directly at her, and it did, and it has not stopped looking since.