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switched from stock footage to the live network feed. Grant’s face filled the frame. His own voice replayed under the breaking banner:
My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.
WHO ARE THEY GOING TO BELIEVE?
Below it, comments exploded too fast to read.
Elena covered her mouth and sobbed.
Grant lunged for the camera.
