Chapter 5 - The Security Camera Footage
“We don't have to guess what happened, because this country club has security cameras covering every square inch of the property,” Natalie snapped.
She turned on her heel and marched straight toward the reception desk, demanding the manager pull up the live monitor feeds.
The middle-aged manager hesitantly agreed after seeing the wild look in Natalie’s eyes and the frantic state of the groom.
They huddled around the small office monitor as the manager fast-forwarded the footage from forty-five minutes prior.
The screen flickered to life, showing the main hallway outside the bridal suite where Maisie’s flower basket still rested.
Ten minutes later, the side door opened, revealing Vivian walking down the hallway with a tight grip around Maisie’s small upper arm.
The little girl’s head was bowed low, her tiny feet dragging against the carpet as Vivian pulled her forcefully toward the service stairs.
Graham froze, the breath completely knocked out of his lungs as he stared at the glowing monitor screen.
“That... that’s impossible,” Graham whispered, his hands trembling against the edge of the wooden desk.
“She told me she was in the kitchen.”
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Vivian, who had followed them into the office, turned completely pale, her wedding day mask shattering into a million pieces.
“It’s a glitch in the system! That video is edited!” Vivian shrieked, backing away toward the exit door.
