My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

“The sequence,” Reeves said, “was already moving.”

Before the glass broke.

The notebook widened the problem.

This was no longer one argument about one accident.

It was a record of Daniel thinking in advance about Lucy’s mistakes and what she should “learn” from them.

When he saw Reeves carrying the evidence boxes out of the laundry room, his face changed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Collecting records.”