“My mom had nanny cams in the house. She installed them back when she worked long hours and had babysitters for Lily and Maya. I forgot they were even there until that day. This isn’t a setup. This isn’t a joke. This is Jenna, speaking freely.”
I clicked again. Another clip played — Jenna’s voice, this time speaking directly to the girls.
“But we don’t want to leave,” Maya whispered. “We want to stay with James. He’s the best brother in the world.”
Lily’s hand slipped into mine. Maya didn’t look away, not even once.
“That’s not — James, that’s out of context! I was venting! You weren’t supposed to —”
“I heard everything,” I said, turning toward her. “You weren’t planning a future. You were planning a betrayal. You used my sisters, and you lied to me.”
“You can’t do this to me, James! Not in front of everyone.”
“I just did… and anyway, you did it to yourself,” I said, nodding toward the security.
“James, you’re ruining my life!” Jenna screamed.
“You were going to ruin theirs, Jenna. You deserve every horrible thing that’s coming your way.”
Jenna’s mother stayed seated, but her father shook his head and walked away.
Word spread fast.
The video found its way into every circle Jenna and I had ever been a part of. Jenna tried to recover, claiming that the clips were edited or taken out of context. She posted a long, tearful video on Facebook about “being misunderstood” and the “pressure getting the best of her.”
No one believed her.
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