I married a man in prison for money. Three years later his conviction was overturned — and eight days after he came home he put a black box on the kitchen table and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

I was not going to walk into a lawyer’s office on Carrow Street and open a conversation about money that had been arriving from somewhere for my brother for two years.

That I had never once, in eleven terms, asked a single question about.

So I took the page out of the folder.

And eleven months later a man asked me, directly, whether there was anything in that file that looked bad.

And I said no.

Here is what that page actually was.

It is the single most exculpatory document in that entire case.

Imani Osei has told me that to my face, sitting down, in the March, and she did not soften it for me and I did not ask her to.

Because those four payments are not money going out. They are the programme side of a pair.

Because eleven days after each one of those four payments, on Avram Loewe’s own personal bank statement, there is a payment going the other way.