The lights dropped.

The first recording came through the speakers, clean and undeniable.

“Once I marry him, I push for medical guardianship. Then we move his voting power… Poor Adrian can recover somewhere quiet.”

A hundred people gasped at once.

Vanessa’s hand came off my shoulder as though she’d been shocked. The blood left her face. “That’s — that’s fake! That’s AI!”

I let it keep playing.