Chapter 3 - Twenty Witnesses

âShe grabbed you after you swung a belt at her,â the officer said. âIs that correct?â
David swallowed. âYes.â
Robert cut in. âShe trained to hurt people. Ask anyone.â
âSir, I'm speaking to your son.â Officer Collins pointed toward the hallway. âEveryone else, please stay back.â
I told her exactly what happened. I showed her the buckle mark in the table and the untouched skin on my hands. Aunt June played her recording. You could hear Robert give the order and see David lift the belt before I moved.
Officer Collins watched twice. âThis doesn't support the version you called in,â she told Robert.
âIt's one angle.â
âThen preserve the other one. Don't delete anything.â
She documented the scene and explained that a report would go to investigators. No handcuffs, no dramatic victory. Just twenty relatives suddenly interested in their shoes.
Helen followed me into the foyer. âHe gets like this when he's afraid.â
âThen he should learn to be afraid without hurting people.â
She flinched. âYou don't understand the pressure.â
âI understand what his son held in his hand.â
I took my coat and walked outside. David hurried after me.
âWhere are you going?â
âSomewhere you don't have a key.â
âMara, please. Let me explain.â
âExplain it to the officer. And don't call me tonight.â
I drove to Priya's office, where the lights were still on. Before I reached the parking lot, my phone started vibrating. Someone had posted a six-second clip of me catching David's wrist. It began after he'd swung the belt and ended before I stepped away. Robert's caption called me a trained attacker.
Then an email arrived from ClearLedger, the organization where I analyzed charity-grant spending.
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**You are being placed on administrative leave pending review of the incident circulating online.**
Robert hadn't even waited until morning.