Evelyn’s Defiance
“You can’t just erase us,” Evelyn snapped, pacing like a cornered predator. “Michael is your son. You owe him everything.”
“Do you owe him something?” I barked. “I gave him every opportunity. College tuition, a seat at the table. And what did he do? Let you turn him into a conspirator against his own father.”
She smiled sarcastically. “Do you really think the police will believe your story over ours?”
“You’re wrong,” I said.
From my desk drawer, I produced a small waterproof case with a GoPro camera. The memory card contained crystal-clear audio: Evelyn whispering, “Say hello to the sharks,” and Michael laughing.
One copy was with my lawyer, another with the bank. Their betrayal was documented.
