Theodore I watched the footage almost forty times. Not consecutively. I would watch it, stop it, rewind it and watch it again. Normal speed at first, then frame by frame, then normal speed again. I was stuck in my study, I hadn't even noticed when the room had gone dark, the blue glow of my monitor reflecting on my face as I watched Eliana steal from me on a loop. Except. She was too calm. That was the thing I kept snagging on, the thread I couldn't stop pulling. I knew how Eliana moved when she was afraid. I knew by heart and mind, how her face would scrunch up, her eyes darting around, lips trembling in fear and there was none of that. Her accusations rang in my head, her teary face as she recounted that night eight years ago. God I had forgotten all about that. I didn't even know it was Eliana. It hadn't been a question of whether I believed he
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