Page 3 — The Recording That Turned The Tables
Dr. Chen pressed play.
And the backyard heard itself.
Tyler’s voice: “Stop faking for attention.”
The sound of my body hitting concrete.
People laughing.
The chant: “Stand up. Stand up.”
Dr. Chen let it run just long enough.
Then he stopped it.
“I recorded everything,” he said. “The assault. The verbal abuse. The crowd participation.”
My uncle Richard—still holding his phone up like a wannabe prosecutor—went pale.
