CHAPTER 1 — The Tape That Shouldn’t Exist (Continuation)
The camcorder clicked, and the frozen screen flickered to life.
On the grainy footage, Harper’s father stood in what looked like a warehouse office. The lighting was harsh, fluorescent—nothing like the cozy cabin where she had just been thrown out into the blizzard.
Across from him stood a man in a black coat. His face was partially hidden, but his presence felt deliberate, controlled.
“I told you she wouldn’t sign willingly,” her father said.
The man in black replied calmly, “She doesn’t have to sign willingly. She just has to be isolated long enough to qualify as mentally unstable. Then the court will approve the transfer.”
Harper’s stomach dropped.
“Transfer?” she whispered.
The woman beside her—still gripping her wrist—didn’t look away from the screen.
“They’re not just selling the house,” she said. “They’re declaring you incompetent to take it from you.”
The footage continued.
Lucas appeared next, smirking.
“She’s emotional. Always has been. A few more days outside and she’ll break.”
Her mother’s voice followed, colder than the wind outside.
“Once she’s discredited, the Wells estate becomes uncontested.”
Harper stepped back.
The snow around her suddenly felt unreal—like the world had gone silent except for the sound of her own breathing.
“This… this can’t be real,” she said.
The woman finally released her wrist.
“It is. And there’s more.”
She pressed another button.
A second clip loaded.
This time, Harper saw something that made her knees weaken.
Her grandmother—alive in a recording Harper had never seen before—sitting in the farmhouse kitchen, speaking directly to the camera.
“If you are watching this, Harper,” Grandma said, “then they’ve already started.”
Harper’s breath caught.
“What is this…” she whispered.
The woman beside her leaned closer.
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“That house isn’t just property,” she said. “It’s evidence.”
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