Chapter 2 - Margaret Cornered By The Security Footage
The blue glow of Mr. Wilson’s smartphone screen illuminated the dark driveway, casting eerie shadows across Margaret’s pale, trembling face.
She stared at the looping video of herself walking out into the freezing night with a bundle in her arms.
“Explain this right now,” I screamed, my voice cracking into a primal shriek of pure, unadulterated rage and disbelief.
Margaret stepped backward, her hands fluttering nervously against the silk fabric of the robe I had gifted her.
“I... I was sleepwalking! It wasn't me, it must be a digital glitch or a deepfake video!” she stammered wildly.
Mr. Wilson shook his head, his eyes hardening with disgust as he clutched his phone protectively against his chest.
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“There is no glitch, Mrs. Vance; my camera records in 4K resolution with infrared night vision,” the neighbor stated coldly.
The two police officers who had been searching the yard instantly pivoted, their heavy boots crunching hard on the gravel.
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