Home Entertainment Game Technology Advertisement Part 2: For eight years, my parents made me leave the house every time my brother brought his fiance over; Mom said, “She comes from a good family, don’t embarrass us”; Dad added, “Just disappear for the weekend”; I did; then one weekend, I never came back; it took them four years to find out where I went.

Avery began crying.

Then she hugged me.

"You won't have to do it alone."

For the first time, I believed her.

***

The next morning, Nora called with news.

The court had agreed to begin reviewing the conflicting records concerning my death.

The insurance company had opened a formal fraud investigation.

And Detective Grant was working with financial investigators to trace the memorial donations and trust funds.

For the first time, I could imagine the documents being corrected.

My name restored.

My parents held accountable.

I should have felt relieved.

Instead, I felt restless.

Because one question still haunted me.

Where was Nina's recorder?

My father had picked it up from the hospital floor.

The video showed that clearly.

He'd put it in his coat.

But none of the documents we'd recovered mentioned it.

I called Grant.

"Detective, I think my father kept the recorder."

He was quiet.

"That's possible."

I swallowed.