A fall.
An accident.
A private matter.
But if there was lobby footage from St. Catherine’s, then something had happened after I arrived.
Something someone had saved.
Something Evelyn did not want me to see.
Daniel turned to me gently. “Iris, it’s your decision.”
The room blurred around the edges.
Jason had built his power from locked rooms and missing pages. I had spent years fearing what might happen if I opened them.
But fear had kept me in the dark.
And the dark had never protected me.
“Play it,” I said.
The examiner clicked the file.
The video opened in grainy black and white.
A hospital lobby appeared. Nurses moved through the frame. A security guard stood near the entrance. Then the automatic doors slid open.
Jason entered first, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his face pale.
Behind him came Evelyn.
And between them, seated in a wheelchair, was me.
