I looked down at my hospital blanket.
For the first time since waking up after the fall, I wanted time to move faster.
Not because I wanted revenge.
Not because I wanted to destroy anyone.
I simply wanted the truth.
A truth that had been hidden from me for years.
The video arrived at 9:17 p.m.
Detective Ruiz brought a laptop and placed it on the small table beside my bed.
“You should not watch this alone,” she said.
I nodded.
Priya sat on one side of me.
Detective Ruiz sat on the other.
The three of us looked like people preparing to witness something fragile.
Ruiz pressed play.
At first, the screen showed darkness.
Then a familiar room appeared.
My grandmother’s study.
My throat tightened.
I knew that room.
The wooden shelves.
The green chair near the fireplace.
The small clock shaped like a bird that always ticked too loudly.
