Chapter 2 - The Hidden Camera
Before I grabbed the suitcases, my eyes darted to the small, decorative digital clock sitting on the bookshelf in the living room.
David didn't know it, but six months ago, after noticing that some of my expensive work equipment had been moved, I had bought a nanny cam hidden inside a clock. I had set it up to make sure Jackson wasn't messing with my business files. I had completely forgotten about it.
I locked the bedroom door, pulled out my laptop, and accessed the cloud storage.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I scrolled to the timestamp: 2:05 p.m.
I hit play.
The video was in full 1080p HD, complete with crystal-clear audio. I watched the entire horrific scene unfold. I watched Chloe innocently reach for a crust of pizza on the table. I watched Margaret raise her hand and strike my tiny daughter with enough force to knock her to the hardwood. I heard the sickening slap. I watched Jackson ignore it. I watched myself run in, the confrontation, and the double slap I delivered to Margaret's face.
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I didn't feel guilty. Watching it from a third-person perspective only validated my rage.
I downloaded the file, saved it to three different external hard drives, and emailed it to a secure cloud account. Margaret thought she could control the narrative. She had no idea I had the ultimate weapon.
