Vanessa whispered, “Adrian, we should leave.”

But Adrian was too furious to think clearly.

He grabbed the folder and tried to push past me.

I moved faster. I snatched it back and threw it open on the floor, papers scattering everywhere. On the last page was my forged signature from another document, poorly copied and placed under a transfer agreement.

Mr. Collins bent down, picked it up, and his face hardened.

“This looks like attempted fraud,” he said.

Adrian’s confidence cracked.

For the first time in years, he realized I wasn’t alone.

The police arrived within minutes. I handed them the recording. Mrs. Rivera gave her statement. Mr. Collins explained what he had seen. Vanessa tried to claim she had only been outside, but my recording captured her laughing when Adrian grabbed me.

Adrian was arrested that night.