Chapter 4 - The Evidence That Disappeared
I had proof on my phone.
Photographs of invoices.
Bank-transfer screenshots.
A recorded conversation with Red Canyon’s listed manager admitting he had never worked for the foundation.
My father took the phone before police arrived.
He told the officer he was preserving evidence because I had become agitated.
When the device was returned three days later, the files were gone.
The backup had been disabled.
My laptop disappeared from my office.
Foundation servers showed no record of my access.
Dylan told the board I had fabricated concerns after learning Nora was pregnant.
I tried to explain the missing money.
The prosecutor called it an attempt to distract from the assault.
My attorney requested financial records.
The foundation claimed confidentiality and donor protection.
The judge allowed only limited disclosure.
Red Canyon produced contracts that appeared legitimate.
They were forged.
I knew it.
But knowing was not proving.
Then my family introduced a second story.
Dylan testified that I blamed him for a car accident fifteen years earlier.
The accident killed my fiancé, Caleb.
Dylan had been driving.
He was seventeen.
I was sixteen.
Caleb was eighteen.
According to Dylan, I had never forgiven him.
The prosecution argued that my hatred had spread to Nora and their unborn child.
That was when Dylan’s whispered words began to make sense.
Now we’re even.
He believed prison balanced Caleb’s death.
But the official accident report said a drunk driver crossed the center line.
Dylan had never been charged.
My parents said it was a tragic accident.
I had accepted that story for half my life.
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Why would Dylan believe he owed me revenge for something everyone said was not his fault?
Unless the accident had not happened the way I was told.
