“Eli,” he said softly. “If you’re watching this, you’re out.”
He paused, swallowing.
“I’m proud of you.”
That one sentence nearly broke me.
Then his voice hardened—not cruel, just firm.
“I need you to listen carefully. This is going to hurt. But it’s the kind of hurt that finally makes sense.”
He leaned closer to the camera.
“The night you got arrested,” he said, “you didn’t do what they said you did.”
My stomach dropped.
“I didn’t know that at first,” he admitted. “I believed the police. I believed the paperwork. And I believed Linda when she told me… things about you that made it easier to accept.”
He breathed out, shaky.
“Then I found the missing invoices. I found the altered bank records. And I found a signed statement… from Linda’s son.”
My hands went cold.
My father’s eyes glistened.
“He did it, Eli,” my father said. “He took the money. He moved it through the business. And when the audit started, he needed someone else to take the fall.”
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