Chapter 2 - THE PART SOPHIA RECORDED FIRST

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Sophia’s hands shook as she unlocked her screen.

Principal Reeves stepped between Ethan and Mrs. Hartley.

His hands were raised, but his eyes kept darting to the carpet.

Long, dark locks of Lily’s hair were scattered across the linoleum tiles.

“Sophia,” Principal Reeves said quietly.

“Hand the device to me.”

“No,” Ethan’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

He kept his left arm wrapped around Lily’s trembling shoulders.

His right hand extended toward the girl two desks back.

“Show me what you recorded, Sophia.”

Sophia swallowed hard, her thumb tapping the screen.

She turned the phone toward Ethan and Principal Reeves.

The playback began two minutes before the first snip of steel.

On the small screen, Lily stood beside the teacher’s oak desk holding a printed worksheet.

*“Mrs. Hartley, this isn’t my math sheet,”* Lily’s recorded voice pleaded softly.

*“It has the state tutoring voucher names on the back.”*

Mrs. Hartley’s face on the video turned instantly pale, then dark with venom.

She snatched the paper from the girl’s hand, crumpling it into her fist.

*“Where did you get this?”* the teacher snapped on the video.

*“It was inside my homework folder on your side table,”* Lily answered.

*“My mom’s name is on it. Laura Vance. But my mom died eight months ago.”*

The classroom in the video had gone completely silent.

Then Mrs. Hartley’s recorded voice dropped to a sinister whisper:

*“Your mother is gone, Lily, and you are creating disruptions to avoid accountability.”*

She pulled the heavy shears from her top drawer.

*“Stand right there. We are going to teach you what happens to busybodies.”*

Ethan stared at the phone screen, his breath catching in his throat.

Laura.

His late wife’s name.

He looked up from the screen directly into Mrs. Hartley’s eyes.

“You forged state funding in my dead wife’s name?”

Mrs. Hartley backed away until her hips hit the chalkboard ledge.

“It was an administrative misprint,” she stammered, her composure unraveling.

“Principal Reeves, call the police,” Ethan said, his voice deadly calm.

“Right now.”