By seven that morning, Margaret had contacted her private attorney through a secure line in the hidden room. By eight-thirty, a doctor, two legal investigators, and law enforcement contacts were inside the house. I gave a formal statement. The footage was copied. Margaret was taken to a private medical facility for urgent care. Before leaving, she squeezed my hand and said, “You chose decency when no one was watching. I do not forget that.”
Daniel and Linda returned from their trip three days later, sunburned, laughing, carrying shopping bags. I was in the living room when they walked in. So were two detectives, Margaret’s attorney, and a forensic accountant.
I will never forget Daniel’s face when Margaret entered behind them—dressed in navy, hair set, posture straight, every inch the woman they had already buried in their minds before ever burying her in reality.