Chapter 3 - The Secret Recording
Coughing and shivering on the concrete poolside deck, Hannah frantically reached into the small, water-resistant pouch inside her lace apron.
She pulled out her personal smartphone, which had been secretly recording high-definition audio from the moment she ran onto the balcony.
"Maya, can you hear me?" Hannah whispered urgently, checking Maya’s pulse as tears mixed with pool water on her cheeks.
"My baby... is my baby okay?" Maya sobbed softly, clutching her lower abdomen in agonizing fear.
"We need to move right now before they come downstairs," Hannah said, helping Maya stand up against the poolside loungers.
High above them, the heavy glass doors of the master suite slammed shut, locking the two women outside in the humid Florida heat.
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Hannah leaned close to Maya’s ear, showing her the illuminated phone screen that was actively saving the twenty-minute audio recording.
"Every word Daniel said is recorded right here," Hannah revealed in a low, fierce whisper. "They will pay for this."
