Everyone in the hospital room surged forward, craning their necks to stare at the small screen.
Cecily's earlier arrogance had evaporated. Tear stains still marked her face, but she was already edging backward.
I stepped sideways to block her.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm handing you the evidence, and you won't even look at it? Or are you guilty and trying to run?"
Cecily stiffened her neck and glared at me. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why would I be scared?"
"Then let's all watch together and see what really happened!"
I kept my eyes locked on Cecily, ready to stop her if she tried to bolt.
With no other choice, she squinted, stealing furtive glances at the screen.
The footage started.
The timestamp read 2:18 AM.
My father lay in bed, sound asleep.
Cecily entered with
