Mira asked Eli who was in the room before she showed him the pages.
“Core team,” he said. “No witnesses waiting outside. No public recorder.”
“I want everyone who already knows the private fact.”
He understood which fact she meant. He disliked that she had needed to ask.
Tessa checked the door herself. Sera left a message at the clinic desk saying the meeting could be interrupted for an urgent care need, nothing more. Juno put the neighborhood incident record away so the two subjects would not become one stack of papers by accident. Bram sat nearest the door. Kellan came after handing the route watch to someone who could actually relieve him.
Mira laid a written reconstruction on the table.
The pages were new. Eli could see the pressure marks from her pen, the places she had crossed out a word and chosen a narrower one. Nothing about the paper came from another life. She had written it here, from memories no archive in this city could authenticate.
“This is my testimony,” she said. “Not a recording. Not a document carried back. There are gaps.”
