Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.

The recovered footage was imperfect and did not show every room.

It did, however, document arrivals and departures.

On two nights, Marcus was visible helping transport a woman who appeared unable to walk independently.

On another, Julian himself appeared in the hallway near the secure entrance.

Vanessa met him there, spoke briefly, and carried a folder into an administrative office.

Ellis described the relevant images to me rather than forcing me to watch them.

I could request to see them through proper channels later.