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Chapter 9 - The One Who Filmed

By Tuesday, Robert's edited video had a hundred thousand views. Strangers called me dangerous. A local radio host said I belonged in jail. None of them asked why David had a belt.

A young man approached me outside Priya's office. He was Owen Kincaid, Robert's nineteen-year-old nephew, and he looked as if speaking might cost him the last place he had to sleep.

ā€œI work for Uncle Robert,ā€ he said. ā€œAt the company warehouse.ā€

ā€œI know. Are you here for him?ā€

ā€œNo. That's the problem.ā€

He showed me a message demanding that relatives sign a statement saying I'd attacked David without warning. Robert had offered to keep their jobs if they signed.

ā€œDid you sign?ā€ I asked.

ā€œNot yet.ā€

Priya invited him inside. ā€œIf you're telling the truth, we can document your account. But be careful about making copies of company records you don't have permission to take.ā€

Owen nodded too fast. ā€œI have my own video. I was filming Grandma's speech.ā€

His clip began with a toast and ended with the belt striking the table. It caught my face after David raised his arm: astonishment first, then concentration. It also caught Robert giving David a tiny nod.

ā€œI didn't realize what I had,ā€ Owen said, ā€œuntil he told me to delete it.ā€

ā€œWhy didn't you?ā€

ā€œBecause I saw Aunt Helen crying. And nobody asked why.ā€

For the first time, I wondered what Helen knew.

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As Owen prepared to leave, his phone rang. The caller ID read UNCLE ROBERT. He let it go to voicemail. Seconds later, a text appeared:

**I know you're with Mara. Come home before I make you.**

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