“At this time, the state wishes to play Exhibit Four.”

“This is the footage retrieved from the hidden security camera installed in the kitchen.”

Margaret’s attorney stood up.

“Objection, Your Honor,” he said. “The defense still maintains this footage was obtained without consent.”

“Overruled,” the judge said. “The witness has established her ownership of the property.”

The lights in the courtroom dimmed.

A large screen lowered from the ceiling opposite the jury box.

The video started playing.

The quality was sharp, capturing the bright yellow walls of the kitchen.

On screen, I saw myself walk into the room, holding my briefcase.

The audio was clear.

My recorded voice sounded younger, less tired.

“The money is gone, Ethan,” the digital version of myself said on screen.

We watched the argument unfold in real-time.

I saw Ethan step in front of the door, blocking my exit.

I saw Margaret move toward the stove.

The camera caught the steam rising from the large stainless-steel pot.

Then, the sudden, violent motion.

The bright yellow liquid flying through the air.

The sound that followed was a high, thin shriek.