Chapter 6: The Digital Paper Trail
Chapter 6: The Digital Paper Trail
At exactly 3:17 AM, the ambient temperature inside the house had dropped low enough to make them wrap themselves in my decorative throws.
I opened my secure email client and composed a message to my personal attorney, Sarah Miller. I attached a massive, indisputable digital care package:
High-definition security footage of the family invading the villa.
Audio files of Evelyn and Trevor's disparaging remarks.
Time-stamped photos of my professional wardrobe stuffed into garbage bags.
The explicit video of Trevor telling me to sleep in the garden shed while his relatives took my master bedroom.
I hit send. The digital paper trail was officially logged, encrypted, and resting in a legal vault before the sun even began to rise.
By 5:45 AM, the sky over Aspen Creek began to turn a pale, icy blue. I closed my laptop, placed it securely back into my bag, and stepped out of the damp cellar. I was wearing my elegant beige trench coat, my hair pulled back into a flawless, tight bun.
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I didn't look like a woman who had spent the night in a shed. I looked like a reckoning.
At precisely 6:00 AM, the heavy iron gates of the estate slowly groaned open, breaking the morning silence.
