"I know," I said, meeting his gaze. "Post it."
Julian held my eyes for another moment, then turned back to the laptop and clicked the attachments one final time to make sure they were all there.
Phone records. Check. Location data. Check. Forensics report. Check.
His cursor hovered over the "post" button.
"Together?" he asked quietly.
I reached out and placed my hand over his on the mouse. "Together," I confirmed.
We clicked the button at the same time and the post went live. Soon, the notifications started and comments began flooding in, faster than I could read them.
"HOLY s**t"
"Wait, so Vanessa LIED??"
"Those phone records don't lie. There are literally zero calls."
"I KNEW those screenshots looked fake!"
"Vanessa has some explaining to do."
"This is wild. So Claire was tel
