I turned my head and looked directly down at her.

“Do you remember the night before I vanished, Celeste?”

All the blood drained instantly from her face, leaving her looking like a wax mannequin.

“You and Dad sat in the library,” I continued, my voice echoing relentlessly.

“You willingly told the federal investigators that I had stolen internal company files because I was bitterly jealous of Preston’s promotion.

You eagerly handed them my personal laptop, which you’d loaded with falsified emails.