When I woke up, Mark sat beside my bed with tears in his eyes. Leo was fighting in the NICU, but the doctors believed he would recover.

Then the police arrived. My father claimed I had tripped. My mother backed him up. Chloe repeated the same lie, insisting the entire thing was an accident.

For a moment, it felt like they would rewrite history once again. The detective admitted he believed me, but without evidence there might not be enough to press charges.

Then my cousin Mia walked into the room carrying her phone. Her party vlog had captured everything—the argument, my father’s grab, the fall, the blood, and the lies that followed-