Following the sudden death of my husband, I couldn’t muster the courage to step into his garage. He had always firmly prohibited me from entering that space. Yet, when the time came to put it up for sale, I unlocked the door and was struck with shock at what lay inside…

Shirt wrinkled. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He leaned forward.

Vivian, he said. If you’re watching this, it means I didn’t make it. Or maybe I ran out of time.

He sighed and rubbed his face. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. You were never the one I needed to hide things from.

You were the one I wanted to protect. But I waited too long. And now everything’s closing in.

He paused. There’s someone you need to be careful with. Someone you trust more than you should.

My heart slowed. He looked straight into the camera. It’s Rachel.

The room went still. She wasn’t just someone I… slipped up with. It wasn’t that simple.

She planned this. From the beginning. The pregnancy wasn’t an accident.

The night I told her I couldn’t keep doing this, she changed. Said if I left her, she’d go public. With the money.

With the shell accounts. With everything I’d buried to keep you safe. He leaned closer.

I think she killed Isabel. My mouth went dry. I can’t prove it, Thomas said.

But the timing was too perfect. Isabel had just packed her bags. Told me she booked a one-way flight to Lisbon.

Then the car crash. Single vehicle. No witnesses.

The brakes failed, they said. But she had the car serviced the day before. He looked into the camera.

His voice trembling. Rachel knew she was pregnant. Isabel didn’t.

That’s what changed everything. An accident, they said. No foul play.

But Rachel knew she was pregnant. And Isabel didn’t. Claire covered her mouth.

Logan’s fists clenched. I tried to make it right, Thomas said. I moved the money.

Created backups. Made sure that if something happened to me, you would have the power. I’m sorry it took this much damage for me to finally do the right thing.

He looked away. Then back again. I was weak.

But you, you’re not. And if you want to walk away from all of this, do it. Take what’s yours and leave them in the dust.

But if you don’t, if you decide to fight back, don’t do it alone. The screen froze. Then cut to black.

I sat there, unmoving, for what felt like hours. He knew. He knew what Rachel was capable of.

He knew what was coming. And still, he tried to control the narrative, even in death. Maybe out of guilt.

Maybe out of fear. But now he’d handed me the truth. And it was time to decide what to do with it.

Rachel didn’t know I’d seen the video. Not when I invited her to brunch. Not when I hugged her at the door.

Said how much I missed her. How we should talk like real sisters again. She smiled like a woman who thought she’d won…