After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

you.”

With trembling fingers, I dictated the alphanumeric password to my father’s encrypted cloud server.

There were precisely eighty-seven audio files waiting in the dark.

The detective plugged a set of earbuds into her department-issued tablet. I watched her face as she initiated the playback. The first file captured Arthur referring to Chloe and me continue reading …