Priya did not answer immediately.
She looked toward the window, where the city lights reflected against the dark glass.
“Charlotte, before you react, remember something.”
“What?”
“A recording can tell us what someone said. It cannot tell us the full context.”
I stared at her.
“You think my grandmother was wrong?”
“No.”
The answer came quickly.
“I think Evelyn was careful. She was the type of person who would never make a statement like that without believing she had a reason.”
I looked back at the paper.
My grandmother.
The woman who taught me how to plant roses.
The woman who saved every birthday card I ever made.
The woman who always said, “A person’s true character is revealed when they think nobody is watching.”
I had forgotten that sentence.
Until now.
“When can I watch the video?” I asked.
“Detective Ruiz is arranging a secure copy.”
“Tonight?”
“Probably.”
