“But we cannot have the Chief of Medicine behaving like a street brawler.”

“We have submitted the security footage from the residence,” Daniel added, his voice trembling slightly.

“It shows Elizabeth initiating the physical altercation.”

I looked directly at Daniel.

He shifted in his seat and began tapping his pen against the pad.

“Did you edit the video yourselves, or did you hire someone?” I asked.

“Elizabeth, please,” Vance said, raising a hand.

“This is a formal inquiry.”

“I have my own copy of the footage,” I said.

I walked to the table and plugged my silver flash drive into the media port.

“This is the uncompressed, original file from the home security server,” I said.

“The metadata shows it was downloaded at nine-fifteen on the night of the incident.”

“Before any cuts were made.”

I pressed the screen controller on the podium.

The wall-mounted monitor flickered to life.

The kitchen of my aunt’s house appeared in crisp high-definition.

The room fell silent.

On the screen, my cousin Jason was shouting, his face red and his fists clenched.

Then Aunt Patricia walked into the frame.