So I did what I could.”
His gaze locked onto the camera.
“I left you the truth,” he said. “And I left you a choice.”
Then he said something that made the hair on my arms rise.
“If you go back to Linda without this evidence secured,” he warned, “you won’t just lose the proof. You might lose your life.”
The video ended.
The screen went black.
And I realized, with a slow, sick dread, that my father hadn’t been paranoid.
He’d been preparing.
For me.
For what they’d do
