CHAPTER 3: THE PRISON

The prison was cold and gray. High walls. Barbed wire. Guard towers. The kind of place that made you feel like you were already dead.

I wore a simple dress. No makeup. No jewelry. I wanted to look like a student. Approachable. Harmless.

My father waited outside. He couldn't come in. They would recognize him.

I walked through the metal detectors, past the guards, into a small visiting room.

The man was waiting for me.

He was in his sixties, with gray hair and a face full of scars. His eyes were hollow. Empty.

But when he saw me, something flickered.

"You're her," he said.

"Her?"

"Charles's niece. You look like him."

"I've never met him."

"Good. You don't want to."

I sat down across from him.

"I need to ask you something."

"I know. The lawyer, the one who came before you—he's a liar. He told me to stay quiet."

"Are you going to stay quiet?"

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Your mother was a good woman," he said. "She didn't deserve what happened to her."

"You knew my mother?"

"Yes. I was there. The night she died."

I felt the tears coming.

"What happened?"

"Charles was there. He was arguing with her. She had found out about his business. She was going to expose him."

"And then?"

"He killed her. Pushed her down the stairs. Made it look like an accident."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I've been carrying this guilt for thirty years. And I want to be free."

"Do you have proof?"

"I have a recording. I made it that night. I was hiding. I knew Charles would try to blame me."

I stared at him.

"Where is the recording?"

"Hidden. In a safety deposit box. Under a fake name."

"Who has the key?"

"I have it. Here."

He slid a small key across the table.

"Take it. Use it. Bring him down."

I took the key.

"Thank you," I said.

"Don't thank me. Just make sure he pays."

I walked out of the prison.

My father was waiting in the car.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I have the key."

"To what?"

"The evidence. A recording. Proof that Charles killed my mother."

He stared at me.

"We have him," he said.

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