"She was originally planning to stay at my place this trip. I had everything ready for her, but then she didn't come."
The truth was, I had wanted to stay at my son's apartment so I could get a proper night's rest. But I worried about my husband being alone at the hospital, and I didn't want to intrude on Cary and Yvonne's space. So I'd set up a cot in the hospital corridor instead.
If my old friend hadn't forwarded those screenshots, I never would have known what Yvonne had planned for me.
"The toothbrush was scrubbed with the toilet brush. The bath mat was the slippery kind. The bedding was covered in mold."
Yvonne was showing off her handiwork to her friends. Every video beneath her messages stabbed at my eyes.
"That's impossible. This isn't real. Mom, where did you dig up all this garbage to frame Yvonne?"
"She's so kind. She would never do something like this."
Even with screenshots. Even with videos. Even though the bedding Yvonne filmed matched the bedding in the video Cary himself had sent me, frame for frame.
He still wouldn't admit it.
"I'm framing her? Cary, you know better than anyone whether she did this or not."