My father locked his arms around my little sister while my mother yanked the rescue rope from my harness. “She was never supposed to inherit the lodge,” Mom hissed as the avalanche roared behind us. I screamed, fingers clawing the ice, watching them run toward safety. But they didn’t know my helmet camera was still streaming live—and the moment I survived, their perfect family secret would bury them first.
The rope snapped loose from my harness the moment my mother looked me in the eye and chose murder. Behind her, the…