The officer connected a small speaker to his tablet, and Chandler’s own recorded voice filled the room — calm, certain, unaware.

I made sure the car would fail once already, and no one suspected a thing.

The room went utterly silent.

For months Adaira had carried that voice inside her skull, terrified the world would never hear it.

Now it was loose in the air, echoing off the walls, undeniable.

Chandler shouted that the audio was fabricated.