The final video file from Christina was still paused on the screen.

I hit the play button once more to listen to the rest of the message.

My daughter’s trembling voice filled the quiet room again.

“Dad, if you are hearing this message, please promise me you will listen to everything before you confront Florence.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath on the audio track.

“Mom did not die because she accidentally slipped down those stairs.”