During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter
“She was running toward the island and knocked the pan off the burner herself.
Say it out loud.”
“She tripped,” Vanessa repeated on the recording, her high voice shaking a little before it settled into a flat nod.
“Good,” Patricia said through the speaker.
“Now wipe off your face, go upstairs, and tell Rachel her daughter took a clumsy fall.”
Detective Mitchell tapped a key and froze the video on the monitor.
“There’s a second saved file you need to see,” Mitchell said, resting her hands on the console.
“From the same morning?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.