Chapter 2: The Camera Doesn’t Lie
The ambulance never came for a long minute.
Not because it couldn’t.
But because no one had moved to call it.
Sophie’s breathing was shallow in my arms, each inhale like a fragile thread threatening to snap. I pressed my hand against her wound, trying to stop the bleeding with trembling fingers.
And behind me, the ballroom was still watching.
Waiting.
Like I was the one interrupting their celebration.
Preston slowly adjusted his cufflinks, his voice calm again.
“She’ll be fine,” he said. “Kids are resilient.”
My mother nodded faintly, as if agreeing with a business report.
My father turned slightly away, already disengaging, like the situation was beneath him.
That was when the hotel manager finally arrived.
Not running.
Not panicking.
Walking.
Behind him, a security officer followed, holding a small tablet.
“Is there a problem here?” the manager asked politely.
I laughed once—empty, sharp.
“My daughter is bleeding on your floor.”
He glanced down. Saw Sophie.
Then, slowly, he looked up at the red blinking light above the entrance.
The CCTV camera.
And something in his expression changed.
“I think,” he said carefully, “we should review the footage immediately.”
Preston’s jaw tightened for the first time.
My mother stepped forward quickly.
“There’s no need for that,” she said. “This is a family matter.”
But it was already too late.
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The manager tapped the tablet.
And the truth began to load.
