My sister framed me for a hit-and-run—and my parents expected me to take the blame, until the truth came out and changed everything

before I could speak.

They assumed the police would arrest me, lock me in a holding cell for the weekend, and by Monday morning, a public defender would be pressuring me to take a plea deal.

They fundamentally misunderstood the battlefield.

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They thought this was a game of physical evidence.

They didn’t realize that, in the modern world, physical evidence is nothing but a shadow cast by digital architecture.

And I was the architect.

The cruiser violently lurched to a halt inside the subterranean parking garage