He'd been wearing a white T-shirt, tanned dark from the sun, grinning so wide you could see every tooth.
I had my arms around his, my cheek pressed to his shoulder.
Behind us stood the gate of that little village school.
The photos after that included letters he'd written me, then chat logs, then transfer records.
And beyond those, screenshots of over a dozen credit card statements from the medical bills and nursing fees I'd covered for Serena.
Every date, every amount, every timeline laid out plain as day.
I turned the phone around to show the officer. My voice was raw.
"Is this enough?"
The officer took the phone and went through it carefully.
Wanda had appeared in the doorway at some point. The color was draining from her face.
She saw the photos of us together.
She saw the chat logs where Oswald called me Dee and promised to marry me after graduation.
She saw the six-figure debt I'd shouldered alone, cleaning up after a dead man's life.
"Oswald?"
Her voice was thin. Barely there.
"What is this?"
Not a single crack appeared on Oswald's face.
"Photoshopped."
He didn't even glance at the screen.
"AI can do anything these days. Five hundred bucks gets you a whole family portrait."