Chapter 1 - The Angle of the LensThe ambulance doors slammed shut, cutting off the sight of Ryan’s panic-stricken face. It wasn’t guilt on his face; it was pure terror. Not terror for me, and not even terror for the child I carried. He was terrified of exposure
Inside the back of the ambulance, the paramedic monitored my vitals while I stared blindly at the flickering amber ceiling light. The physical pain in my abdomen was a white-hot knife, but the cold realization inside my chest burned even hotter.
The camera.
It was a sleek, high-definition security dome Ryan had installed himself six months ago after a string of package thefts in the neighborhood. He had synced it directly to his phone, boasting about its night vision and wide-angle lens. But in his rush to protect Vanessa, in his knee-jerk instinct to shield his mistress and construct a lie that protected his assets, he had completely forgotten about the unblinking digital eye mounted right above the porch pillar.
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The ambulance siren wailed as we tore through the night. I closed my eyes, a grim, steady resolve taking root in my mind. Ryan thought he held all the cards because I was bleeding on the asphalt. He thought he could gaslight me into silence.
He had no idea what was waiting for him on that hard drive.
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