Caldwell leaned closer. “I’ll be out in five. What then?”
David met his eyes.
“I still have more footage. More names. More trails. Step wrong—even once—and the rest drops. No plea deal will save you then.”
He stood.
Caldwell’s mask cracked. “You think you’re judge and jury?”
“No,” David said. “I’m just the father who listened when his daughter whispered for help. And I’ll keep listening.”
He walked out.
Today Lily is healing—therapy, laughter returning, nightmares fading.
Evelyn rots in prison.
The network is ashes.
David no longer just films injustice.
He fights it.
And if another blue door ever opens near his family?
He’ll be there—camera rolling, no hesitation.
