The trial date was set for fourteen months out. Moyá kept me informed in the careful, minimal way of someone managing a witness. I was listed as a material witness, not a victim. I had requested that distinction. I had not been passive in this story and refused to be categorized as someone to whom things had merely happened.
I still have the silk scarf from Zurich. I’ve thought about discarding it many times and haven’t. It’s a good scarf. I think about what’s real often now. The lamb was real. The unguarded laugh was real. The dead child’s name and the Cyprus account and the eleven years of careful, deliberate fiction were also real. Both sides are entirely true.