In its place came footage from inside my own house: Emiliano and Ximena on my sofa, and the kiss that had told me everything while I lay unable to move.

The room went silent.

Ximena covered her mouth.

“That’s been faked!” Emiliano shouted.

“It’s artificial intelligence, it’s a deepfake —” “I thought you might say that,” I said.

“Which is why every file was preserved with integrity logs, timestamps, and source verification, and copies were handed to the authorities before tonight.