The detective paused the video. “She struck her head,” he said quietly. “This isn’t an accident. This is a case.”
Within days, Jason was arrested—manslaughter, domestic abuse, obstruction. Headlines called it “the staircase tragedy,” as if it were fiction. Rachel vanished from the internet overnight.
At the arraignment, I sat behind the prosecution with Lily’s wedding ring hanging from a chain around my neck. Jason shuffled in wearing shackles and an orange jumpsuit. He no longer looked powerful—only small.
As he passed, he hissed, “Emily, tell them. Tell them I didn’t mean—”
