I'm in a chair, facing Mr. Welds, who's seated behind a desk. We're an office—an empty office.
Janelle left us, telling us she has other errands to run.
There’s a tablet in my hand. It’s turned off, but Mr. Welds urges me to turn it on. I do, placing two fingers in the corner of the screen like I’d done my first time here.
Huh. My first time. It feels so long ago but I’ve been here for just a few days.
I take a deep breath as the screen lights up. Mr. Welds hands me a tiny object in a shape of a USB drive. He tells me to insert it into the tablet.
After several confusing seconds of trying to find the place I’m supposed to put it in, I finally find it.
A blank window pops up on the tablet’s screen, and I wait, hoping to see something. There is no “play” button.
“Are you ready, Ms. Clancy?” Mr. Welds asks, folding his hands on the desk.
He must have watched this video multiple times. It might not bother him anymore. This will be my first time watching it. Watching myself murdering someone.