Every memory changed.
Doorway.
His expression.
His questions.
His patience.
“Were you waiting to see if I remembered Ryan?”
“Yes.”
I felt sick.
“Then you dated me.”
“Not immediately.”
“Do not defend timeline.”
“I’m not.”
“Why?”
“At first, guilt.”
“Then I cared.”
“Then I loved you.”
“You built relationship on a lie.”
“Yes.”
“Did Ryan know?”
“Eventually.”
“What did he say?”
“To stay away from you.”
“Why?”
“He was afraid.”
“Of what?”
Daniel looked toward keychain.
“USB.”
I called my attorney before I called police.
Not because I wanted to hide anything.
Because I was frightened and needed someone calm.
Maya Chen had handled contracts for my consulting business after I left
Redstone.
I told her everything.
She said:
“Do not destroy, alter, or test the object yourself.”
“Photograph it where it is.”
“Preserve messages.”
“Write down what Daniel told you while memory is fresh.”
“Then contact law enforcement.”
