Chapter 63: ZANE's POV
"How did that happen?"
My voice cut through the room, sharp and controlled, even though every muscle in my body was wound tight enough to snap.
"Fuck."
I grabbed another glass and tossed it toward the water dispenser, my eyes snapping toward the corner of the room where Walter was standing like he was waiting for me to explode.
"I don't know, but Zane—you can't—you can't believe that video. You really can't because that's not my daughter. My daughter wouldn't do this. She f*****g wouldn't."
Walter's voice cracked with desperation. He pressed a button and the screen in the room lit up with that same video, and the woman in it looked exactly like her. I was good at spotting edited images, fake videos, and digital manipulation—it was part of my job to see through
