It was the third day after the funeral.
Ethan headed to Blair's art studio.
He'd come looking for my manuscripts, to keep one as a memento.
The whole room was a wreck. Smashed plaster statues littered every inch of the floor.
As he rummaged through the mess, he stumbled upon an iron safe with a combination lock.
He grabbed a crowbar and pried it open by force. Tucked neatly inside was a black hard drive.
Blair had always been suspicious by nature. She never trusted her assistant not to steal from her, so she'd hidden a tiny security camera in the studio.
This hard drive contained the backup footage.
The computer screen flickered to life.
In the video, Blair was leaning against an easel, cackling so hard at her phone that she was doubled over.
"So what if I copied her work? That i
