I sat in a metal chair, my clothes still dripping, a small pool forming at my feet.
Across from me sat the officer taking my statement. Beside him stood Oswald's private attorney and a bodyguard Wanda had sent.
Wanda sat in the lounge next door sipping warm milk. Every now and then, her voice drifted through the wall as she chatted with a friend on the phone.
"I was so scared. Some delivery-gig psycho nearly hurt my baby..."
"Are you sure you know the person who filed the report?"
The officer looked up at me.
"He's my boyfriend. Four years ago, he pushed me out of the way during a mudslide and got swept away. Everyone thought he was dead. Including me."
Oswald's lawyer strode over and cut me off.
"Officer, my client Mr. Delgado has never participated in any volunteer teaching program, nor has he ever had any relationship with this woman. Her claims lack any factual basis and constitute fabrication of evidence and stalking."
"I have proof."
I pulled the old phone from my pocket.
One corner of the screen was shattered. Water damage. The touchscreen barely responded.
It took me a long time to scroll through, but I found the photo album.
The first picture was of me and Oswald at the teaching site.