Chapter 2 - The Voice Recorder Plays
David’s trembling fingers pressed the tiny silver play button on the digital voice recorder Clara had handed him.
The heavy silence of the grand foyer was instantly pierced by the harsh, unmistakable sound of Eleanor's sharp voice echoing from the speaker.
"If your father finds out you spilled juice on this rug, I will lock you in the basement for three days without food," the recording blared.
Six-year-old Leo flinched at the sound, burying his tear-streaked face deeper into the fabric of the housemaid's dark grey dress.
David stared at his wife, his dark eyes darkening with a cold, terrifying fury that made the air in the room drop several degrees.
Eleanor’s face drained of all color, her emerald green silk blouse suddenly looking like a shroud against her rigid, trembling body.
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"That... that is an artificial audio file generated by modern software to frame me!" Eleanor shrieked, taking a desperate step backward.
David did not say a single word; he simply pressed replay, letting the harrowing sounds of terror and crying fill the hallway once again.
