It showed Samuel pouring himself a glass of whiskey while his mother heated a heavy pot of oil on the stove.

The audio picked up my voice, calm and clear, ordering them out of the kitchen.

Then it showed Joyce throwing the boiling oil straight at me.

It caught Samuel checking my pulse, then telling his mother, “We need to come up with a much better story for the doctors.”

The recording kept playing on the laptop the police had set up.

It caught Samuel dragging my limp body out of the camera’s frame, using my unconscious thumb to unlock my phone, transferring thousands of dollars out of my accounts, deleting dozens of messages, and calling his corrupt business partner.

“She might not wake up,” he said, pacing the room. “We need to move the trust assets out of the country tonight.”

That was the exact moment Detective Powell stopped treating him like a nervous, grieving husband and started treating him like a common criminal.

Samuel was arrested on the spot for evidence tampering, attempted theft, obstruction of justice, and conspiracy to commit murder.

Joyce was arrested for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

As the officers led them away in handcuffs, Joyce twisted around to scream at me one last time.