CLAIRE

While Julian talked to his lawyer, I went through my social media and website, documenting every fake comment, every cancelled order, every piece of evidence we had. It was methodical, almost meditative, screenshot after screenshot, timestamps and usernames logged in a spreadsheet Nina had helped me set up weeks ago for a completely different reason. I never thought I'd be using it like this.

Nina called again. "The woman came back," she said, sounding shaken. "She tried to force her way into the studio. I had to call security."

"Did security get her information?" I asked.

"They escorted her out and told her she's banned from the building," Nina...