Hailey's POV
I watched the footage again and again.
I didn't blink the third time. I forced myself not to. If I let my body take control, I would look away, and I couldn't afford that.
Not now, not when the truth was finally clawing its way out of whatever cage my mind had been locked in for years.
The video wasn't long, it was less than two minutes. But it felt endless.
The angle was wrong in a way I couldn't ignore, too steady and too intentional. Whoever recorded it hadn't been panicking but rather they had been waiting.
I leaned forward on the couch, elbows on my knees, hands locked together so tightly my fingers ached. The living room lights were off. The only illumination came from the laptop screen, its glow harsh and unforgiving.
I saw myself.
Younger and
