At 2:27 a.m., my dad called unexpectedly, “Honey… I’m at the police station. Your sister-in-law be:at me with a baseball bat. But she told the police I attacked her because I’m mentally ill. Your brother just stood by and let it happen!” When I walked in, the officer turned pale and stammered, “Ma’am, I… I…”

The device was battery-powered and cloud-synced.

Vanessa had disabled the visible cameras but never realized the decorative unit was still active.

Maya requested the backup file from the manufacturer’s server.

A video appeared on the monitor.

The timestamp read 2:18 a.m.

Dad sat at the kitchen table with his face in his hands.

Vanessa entered carrying an aluminum baseball bat.

She walked toward him and leaned close to his ear.

Whatever she said made him recoil.

Then she stepped away.

She struck the bat against the granite countertop, creating a visible dent.

After that, she raised it and hit her own shoulder.

She dropped to the floor and began screaming.

Eric entered the frame.

He stood in the hallway with his arms crossed.

He watched his wife manufacture the injury that would be used to accuse his father.

He did nothing.

The video captured everything clearly.

The false injury.

The staged weapon damage.