Before I could ask what she meant, the examiner’s laptop chimed softly from the side table. He had connected a cloned preview device—not to open files fully, but to verify readability.
A file directory appeared on the screen.
Folders filled the display.
Corporate.
Legal.
Medical.
Insurance.
Iris.
Evelyn.
Caldwell.
My maiden name stopped me cold.
“Open Caldwell,” Daniel said.
The examiner hesitated. “Only a preview—”
“Open it.”
He clicked.
Inside was a single video file dated eight years ago.
The filename was not dramatic.
Lobby_Cam_StCatherine_0417.
St. Catherine’s Hospital.
The night of my “fall.”
My hands went numb.
Evelyn took one step forward. “Do not play that.”
Daniel looked at her. “Why?”
For the first time since she entered, Evelyn Mitchell looked afraid.
Not for herself.
