Chapter 13 — A Grain of Truth

The technical analysis confirmed the footage was unedited.

The messaging logs came next: server records proved that the forged texts had originated from the desktop in my own home office, while my military surgical logs placed me in an operating room hundreds of miles away, and the login had been authorized through George’s personal tablet.

His custody defense collapsed instantly, the way a structure collapses when its single supporting lie is pulled out from under it.

Desperate, he pivoted to the house, producing invoices and contracts meant to prove he had funded major renovations.