It was a high-definition wireless security camera, angled precisely to capture the entire span of the living room, including the main sofa and the entryway.
"That camera recorded everything," Ethan said aloud, realization dawning upon him like a physical blow. The words tasted like ash in his mouth. Every argument, every tear, every accusation—it was all saved somewhere.
Richard stepped forward, his voice dropping to a harsh, grave whisper. "Someone's stealing... want the truth?"
Clara let out a sharp gasp, her composure finally shattering. "Ethan, don't listen to him! It's probably just an old security gadget your dad installed years ago for the estate!"
"No," Richard said, turning his gaze slowly from the camera to look directly into his son's eyes. The weariness in Richard's face was gone,