A man's figure, tall and broad-shouldered, standing over a woman who was on the ground, his hand was wrapped around her throat, her body thrashing weakly beneath him.
The timestamp in the corner read eighteen years ago, the date of Elena's death, the video was only fifteen seconds long but it felt like an eternity.
At the end, the man turned slightly and the camera caught his face for just a moment.
Victor Cross. Julian's father, strangling his wife while she fought for her life.
I dropped my phone like it had burned me, this was the evidence Richard had threatened to release. Video proof that Victor Cross had murdered his wife, and it was everywhere, every news station, every website, trending on social media.
I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the living room. Julian wasn't there.
