“I told them we just had an argument,” she whispered. “I didn’t tell them I lied about you hitting me. But they know. They know I made it up because the police didn’t arrest you.”

“The police didn’t arrest me because I have security footage of the entire living room, Ava,” I said.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

“You have cameras?” she whispered.

“I do,” I said. “I installed them three years ago when your father started handling the household accounts. I needed to keep track of the documents in my home office.”

“Does Dad know?”

“No,” I said. “He never noticed them. He was too busy looking at his phone.”

I heard her sniffle.

“Rachel, please,” she said. “The school counselor called me in today. They want to talk to Dad. They think I’m unstable. They’re talking about suspension for filing false accusations if the police follow up.”

“They should follow up,” I said. “You committed a crime.”