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head.

“He wouldn’t believe that.”

My mother smiled.

“My son believes evidence,” she said. “And I know how to create evidence.”

I stopped the recording.

For a few seconds, the storm outside was the only sound in the room.

Then I copied every file.

All of them.

I sent them to three places: my encrypted cloud, my attorney, and my head of security, Victor Hayes,continue reading …