Chapter 2 - The Hidden Cameras
Two days later, Gavin invited me over to the Buckhead residence for a family dinner.
He claimed his parents wanted to finalize the wedding seating chart.
I knew it was just another excuse to pressure me into signing the transfer papers.
When I stepped into the grand foyer, Naomi greeted me with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Come in, Alyssa, we have so much to discuss," Naomi said, guiding me toward the living room.
Elijah was sitting by the fireplace, reading the financial section of the newspaper.
While they were distracted arguing about wedding flowers, I excused myself to use the powder room.
Instead of going to the bathroom, I slipped quietly down the hallway toward the back storage room.
The door was unlocked.
The room smelled of dust, old cardboard boxes, and dried blood.
I quickly pulled a tiny, high-tech magnetic camera from my designer handbag.
I attached it to the underside of a metal shelf, completely out of sight.
Then I placed a miniature audio recorder behind an old stack of photo albums.
If they thought they could hide their cruelty in this house, they were deeply mistaken.
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Suddenly, footsteps echoed softly in the corridor outside.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I froze in place.
