“We need concrete proof of their character, or at least something to counter this narrative immediately.”

“Otherwise, the judge might grant the temporary injunction by tomorrow morning.”

I looked down at my phone, my fingers gripping the cool glass of the screen.

The silver case felt heavy and cold in my palm.

I knew what I had to do, even if it meant exposing the ugly truth of the family I had grown up with.

“I have something,” I said.

The room went completely quiet, the only sound being the low hum of the building’s ventilation system.

My father looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and exhaustion.

“Sophie, please,” he said. “You don’t need to get involved in this legal mess.”

“I am already involved, Dad,” I said, stepping toward the center of the table.

I unlocked my phone and tapped the screen, navigating to my private digital drive.

I found the audio file labeled with the date of December twenty-fourth.

“This is from Christmas Eve,” I said, looking directly at Mr. Harrison.