The screen flickered to life, showing black-and-white footage from the sunroom security camera. The timestamp read forty-three minutes earlier, before dinner had begun. Claire stood near the windows with Diane. Their voices came through clearly.
Claire said, “Once I say Sophie isn’t his, Elena will break. Robert always takes the high road, so he’ll probably just leave with her. That’s better than Dad changing the trust tomorrow.”
Diane’s voice followed, unsteady but unmistakable. “And the lab report?”
“I made it look real. He won’t know the difference in the middle of dinner.”
My heart stopped.
My father-in-law jerked his head toward the screen. “What lab report?”
Claire’s face drained. “That’s not—”
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