Chapter 3 - THE EVIDENCE IN THE WHITE COAT
The backyard erupted in confused murmurs as the reality of the situation took hold. Tyler’s bravado evaporated instantly; he stepped back, looking frantically at his friends and relatives for support, but the cameras that had been gleefully filming my humiliation were now being turned away. Dr. Sterling didn't wait for the police to arrive; he knelt beside me, his hands expert and gentle as he assessed the swelling around my lower back.
“We’re going to get you into my car, Marcus,” Dr. Sterling said, his voice dropping so the family could hear. “And we are going to document every single injury this man has caused you.” As he helped me up, his presence acted as a shield. The family that had been chanting for me to stand up just moments ago now stood in uncomfortable, shamed silence, their faces averted from the evidence of their own cruelty. Tyler realized he had not only failed to expose a fraud, he had incriminated himself in a felony assault.
