The phone hit the floor, screen splintering into a spiderweb of cracked color.
Naomi's expression went dark. "Are you trying to protect Julian, Mrs. Blackwood?"
Grandma Blackwood had just destroyed her phone without a flicker of hesitation, purely to keep the evidence from surfacing.
"My hand slipped, that's all. It's a phone. Worst case, I'll buy you a new one." Grandma Blackwood lifted her chin, thoroughly unbothered.
Naomi laughed instead of losing her temper. "You think breaking my phone gets rid of the evidence?"
"What do you mean by that?" Something shifted in Grandma Blackwood's expression.
Naomi didn't bother answering. She walked straight to the office computer, logged into her cloud backup, and pulled up the video.
Catching the movement, Grandma Blackwood took a step forwa
