“I told you not to call this number, Margaret,” Thomas said.

He kept his posture rigid, his face completely blank.

“We need to resolve this,” Margaret said, stepping closer to him. “This public display in the courtroom was a mistake.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Thomas said. “It was the truth.”

Margaret let out a sharp, cold laugh.

“The truth is whatever we agree it is,” she said. “And right now, your loyalty to this girl is costing our family too much.”

I gripped the plastic armrests of my wheelchair so hard my knuckles turned white.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, painful rhythm.

I looked past them and noticed a silver SUV parked in an angled space just fifteen feet away.

It was Laura’s car.

The windshield wipers were off, but the glass was clear enough.

I could see the outline of Laura’s face behind the steering wheel.

She was holding her phone flat against the glass of the windshield.

The screen was glowing, and the camera lens was pointed directly at Margaret and Thomas.

She was recording everything.