“He’s telling the prosecutors I didn’t know anything about the drugs.”

“You were standing in the room, Christopher.”

“I was only in there to keep things from getting worse for you!”

I hung up.

And a few hours later, another message came from the unknown number, and this one carried a video file.

In it, my husband stood in the hallway of his parents’ house, talking to Samuel, unaware of any camera.

And on the recording, Christopher was not a frightened man being dragged along by his father.