Chapter 4 - THE HOMECOMING
We returned home from the hospital late that night, our son resting peacefully upstairs under the care of a private nurse. The patio was empty, the broken porcelain swept aside by emergency crews, but our front door stood wide open. Eleanor had fled the estate hours earlier, but she had taken the liberty of ransacking the master study, emptying the drawers of her own belongings—and, I realized with a sickening jolt, my father’s important business and property documents.
She had been planning an escape route for months, anticipating that her toxic grip on the family might eventually slip. She knew the pantry camera was there, or at least suspected its existence, and she had waited for a moment of extreme family chaos to strike. But she had underestimated one fatal detail: my father had synced the pantry camera to an encrypted cloud server backed up overseas.
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She could run, but her digital footprint was preserved forever. She had nowhere left to hide from the arm of the law.
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