C113 I don’t want him in my life

James flicked through the grainy footage, his fingers poised over the keyboard like a pianist ready to strike. "Check this out," he said, his voice low and laden with urgency. The screen displayed a timestamp frozen at 8:38 PM.

Cathleen leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she observed the woman in the video. "That's Anastasia. And that's not Xavier." Her lips twisted into a grim line