“Read the name at the top,” I said.

Lila squinted in the dim light.

“Chloe Henderson,” she read aloud.

“Chloe was a marketing intern in the autumn of 2021,” I said.

“She was twenty-two. Ethan told her she had a brilliant mind for strategy.”

Lila did not say anything.

She turned the page.

“That next document is a copy of a nondisclosure agreement,” I said.

“Chloe received a severance package of fifteen thousand dollars.”

“Why?” Lila’s voice was barely audible over the idling engine of my SUV.

“Because she believed Ethan when he told her he was leaving me,” I said.

“When she became too demanding, he told HR she was making unwanted advances.”

Lila shook her head, her face turning even paler.

“No. Ethan wouldn’t do that. He’s not like that.”

“Turn the page again,” I said.

She flipped to the third document.

“This is Sarah Jenkins,” I said.

“Class of 2023. Another marketing intern.”

Lila stared at the signature at the bottom of the page.

It was Ethan’s signature, bold and clean, right next to Sarah’s.

“Sarah was transferred to the Chicago branch after three months,” I said.