She rolled onto her side, clutching her elbow, screaming that I had pushed her.

The camera caught everything.

It caught the empty space between us.

It caught the absolute lack of physical contact.

Daniel stared at the screen, his face draining of color.

The recording kept playing.

It showed Daniel rushing out of the garage doors a moment later.

It showed him looking at Ava, then looking at me with a sneer.

“I saw what you did, Rachel,” his recorded voice boomed from the phone speaker.

“You pushed my daughter. We’re calling the police. I’m going to make sure you lose everything.”

On the video, Ava looked up from the deck floor, a small, triumphant smile on her face that she quickly hid when Daniel turned back to her.

The footage was crystal clear, shot in 4K resolution.

The audio was pristine, capturing the rustle of the pine trees in the backyard and the exact tone of Ava’s voice.

Daniel let out a low, shaky breath.

The breath came out as a white puff of steam in the cold Colorado air.