Claire burst into theatrical tears, falling to her knees. "Officer, he’s lying! He’s a controlling, abusive husband! He just found out about my baby, and he’s trying to frame me to take my daughter away! I would never hurt Mia!"
Evelyn, sensing the shifting tide, rushed forward, clasping her hands together. "It's true, Officer! David is a monster. Mia just wandered outside by accident. We were just about to bring her in!"
The lead officer looked at me, a skeptical frown forming on his face. This was standard domestic dispute territory—he said, she said. Claire was a beautiful, crying mother with a newborn. She was playing the victim card flawlessly.
"Mr. Mercer, do you have proof of these allegations?" the officer asked.
I didn't argue. I didn't raise my voice. I simply handed the officer my iPad.
"Press play," I said softly.
The three officers crowded around the glowing screen. The 4K security footage was crystal clear, capturing both perfect video and pristine audio.