“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.