Chapter 2: The Secret Eye
Left alone in the kitchen's sterile silence, Clara fought through the searing pain. Mark had retreated to the living room, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. Eleanor followed him, leaving Clara completely isolated.
Breathing heavily, Clara forced herself onto her hands and knees. She crawled agonizingly toward the lower cabinet beneath the kitchen island. Making sure the hallway remained empty, she pushed the door open. Her shaking fingers reached deep into a hidden recess, bypassing the pots and pans.
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She pulled out a small, black hidden camera device. With painful, deliberate movements, she extracted the tiny SD memory card and slipped it deep into the pocket of her white robe.
Clara glanced up at the ceiling. The faint red light of the dome security camera—the one Mark used to monitor her every move—blinked back at her. Her tear-filled eyes hardened. He thought he controlled the narrative, but she finally had the proof she needed.
