The footage played like a confession no one ever wanted to make.

Christabel’s voice trembled even behind the screen. The video—blurry in some parts, clear in others—was a series of stitched-together truths. Her crying face in a hotel bathroom. Her voice breaking during a recorded phone call with an unnamed lawyer. Her fingers gripping a wine glass during a private dinner where she admitted, “I thought if I could just break her silence, I’d own the story.”

Moira watched it all, ...