The account password took us fifteen minutes to recover.
The footage took fourteen seconds to destroy my marriage.
At 9:38 p.m., Ryan stood in my mother’s kitchen in khaki pants and a pale blue shirt.
No raised voices yet.
No weapon.
Nancy stood near the sink.
Ryan said, “You need to stop filling Kelsey’s head with your paranoia.”
My mother replied, “I barely speak to her about you.”
“You told her I’m controlling.”
“I told her you don’t like hearing the word no.”
His smile vanished.
“What was in Thomas’s envelope?”
My breath stopped.
On-screen, my mother crossed her arms.
“Leave.”
“Nancy.”
“Leave my house.”
Ryan leaned closer.
“You have no idea what you’re interfering with.”
“I know enough to know your name shouldn’t be on papers that belonged to my husband.”
Vega glanced at me.
On the screen, Ryan said quietly, “Where is the original certificate?”
