(Aurora's POV)
"You're all working together. The police, her lawyers - she has people everywhere-"
"Tiffany." I stopped her. "I'm not going to argue with you."
I stood up.
"I came here to give you the truth," I said. "You don't want it. That's your choice." I picked up my bag. "But I need you to hear this clearly: the next time you touch me, or put my name anywhere near your situation, you won't be sitting across from me. You'll be sitting across from my attorney." I paused. "I hope you figure out who your husband actually called. I genuinely do."
I signed the paperwork and walked out.
Back at the office, I changed into the spare shirt I kept in my desk drawer. I put the ruined jacket in a bag, tied it off, and sat down.
I pulled up the recording on my phone, copied the file, and se
