Chapter 3: The Video They Thought Was Gone
Chapter 3: The Video They Thought Was Gone
For several seconds, neither Daniel nor I spoke.
Carl Jenkins had just admitted he possessed the one thing Thomas believed no one would ever see.
The security footage.
Daniel carefully took the phone from my trembling hand.
"Mr. Jenkins," he said calmly, "this is attorney Daniel Harper. Before you say anything else, I need to ask you one question."
A long silence followed.
Finally Carl answered.
"Is this conversation protected?"
"It can be," Daniel replied. "But only if you tell the truth."
Carl exhaled slowly.
"I've wanted to tell the truth for years."
Daniel glanced at me before asking, "Do you still have the copy?"
"Yes."
"Has anyone else seen it?"
"No."
"Does Thomas know you saved it?"
"No."
"Good."
Carl lowered his voice even further.
"If he finds out... he'll destroy me."
Daniel's expression became serious.
"Meet me at my office tonight. Bring the original storage device. Don't copy it again. Don't mention it to anyone."
"I understand."
The call ended.
For the first time since Richard's funeral, I felt something unfamiliar.
Hope.
That evening, after checking into another inexpensive motel with the children, I tucked Sophie into bed.
Her fever had finally begun to drop.
The twins were asleep within minutes, curled together beneath a thin blanket.
Ethan, however, remained awake.
He sat beside the window, staring into the parking lot.
I quietly sat beside him.
"Does your face still hurt?"
He shrugged.
"It'll be okay."
I gently turned his head toward me.
The outline of Thomas's hand was still faintly visible on his cheek.
"I should've protected you."
"You did."
His voice cracked.
"I just... I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
He looked down at his hands.
"Grandpa used to tell everyone I was his favorite."
"So why did he hit me?"
The question pierced straight through my heart.
Children always looked for reasons inside themselves.
As if cruelty needed an explanation they had somehow caused.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.
"You did nothing wrong."
"Then why?"
I searched for words that wouldn't poison him with bitterness.
"Sometimes people love power more than people."
He nodded slowly.
"I don't ever want to become like that."
"You won't."
"How do you know?"
I smiled through tears.
"Because you stopped to ask him with kindness first."
He leaned against me, and for a long moment we simply watched the rain.
Across town, Thomas Whitmore poured himself another glass of expensive whiskey.
Eleanor was still reading comments beneath her social media post.
"Look at this one," she laughed.
"'You're so brave for protecting your family.'"
Thomas smirked.
"They always believe what they see online."
His phone rang.
It was their accountant.
"What now?" Thomas answered impatiently.
The accountant sounded uneasy.
"Sir... we've encountered a problem."
Thomas frowned.
"What problem?"
"The trust accounts."
"What about them?"
"We've been locked out."
Thomas straightened.
"What do you mean, locked out?"
"Every authorization request has been denied."
"By whom?"
A brief pause.
"The trustee."
Thomas laughed.
"That's impossible."
"I'm looking at the records now."
Another pause.
"The trustee is listed as Emily Whitmore."
Thomas's smile disappeared.
"That's wrong."
"I've verified it twice."
Thomas slammed his glass onto the counter.
"Fix it."
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"The documents were filed months ago."
His face slowly turned pale.
"Who approved them?"
"The owner."
Silence.
Then the accountant added quietly,
"Richard."
Thomas ended the call without another word.
Eleanor looked up.
"What happened?"
He forced a smile.
"Nothing."
But his hands were shaking.
At exactly seven that evening, Carl Jenkins arrived at Daniel's office.
He carried an old black backpack tightly against his chest.
Daniel locked the office door behind him.
"No one followed you?"
"I don't think so."
Carl removed a small external hard drive from the bag.
"I copied everything before Mr. Whitmore ordered me to erase it."
Daniel connected the drive to his computer.
The first video appeared on the screen.
A timestamp.
Two days after Richard's funeral.
Thomas stood in the front hallway speaking to Eleanor.
Neither of them knew the security cameras recorded audio.
Thomas's voice filled the room.
"We have to get rid of her before she discovers Richard changed anything."
Eleanor nodded.
"She won't question the paperwork."
"I already had Martin draft the waiver."
"And if she refuses?"
Thomas smiled.
"She has six kids."
"Eventually she'll take whatever we offer."
Daniel looked at me.
Neither of us spoke.
The next recording began.
It showed the exact moment we arrived at the house.
Every word.
Every insult.
Every threat.
Then came the slap.
The room fell completely silent as Thomas struck Ethan across the face.
I instinctively reached toward the screen, tears filling my eyes all over again.
Carl lowered his head.
"I wanted to stop him."
Daniel quietly paused the video.
"This alone," he said, "could destroy their entire defense."
Carl swallowed hard.
"There's one more recording."
He clicked another file.
The timestamp was later that same afternoon—after my children and I had walked away.
Thomas and Eleanor were standing on the porch laughing.
Then Thomas said something that made Daniel immediately replay the audio.
"You know," Thomas chuckled, "if Richard hadn't signed those papers before he got sick, this would've been much easier."
Eleanor laughed.
"Good thing he never told her."
Thomas raised his glass.
"She'll never know what he signed."
Daniel slowly looked up from the screen.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"They admitted they knew Richard changed the legal documents..."
He paused.
"...and they still tried to steal the property."
Then his phone rang.
He answered immediately.
After less than thirty seconds, the color drained from his face.
He looked directly at me.
"Emily..."
"What is it?"
Daniel took a slow breath.
"The county recorder's office just called."
"They've received an emergency filing..."
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He stared at the screen in disbelief.
"Someone is attempting to transfer ownership of the house... tonight."
