I collapsed to my knees during an asthma attack, fighting for air while my younger sister held my inhaler just out of reach. She smirked and said, “Gasp, loser.” My parents stood by and did nothing. Today, in court, when the judge said, “Before we begin, let’s watch a family video,” she started shaking—and then screaming.

But there wasn’t.

The judge leaned forward, fingers interlaced.

“Ms. Hale,” she said, addressing Camille. “Do you dispute the authenticity of this footage?”

Camille opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her lower lip quivered. She looked at her mother for guidance, but Diane stared ahead, jaw locked, refusing to meet her daughter’s eyes.

“I—It’s taken out of context,” Camille finally stammered.

Hannah stepped forward. “Your Honor, if I may.”

The judge nodded.

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