Chapter 9 - The Turn of the Tide
The silence in the room became heavy, suffocating. Ethan was still reaching for his phone, his back to them. He didn't see the transformation happening behind him. He didn't see the mask slipping from his mother’s face to reveal the monster beneath.
Emily forced herself to sit up, ignoring the searing pain in her side. She looked directly at Margaret, her expression hardening, the fear replaced by a cold, sharp resolve. She didn't need to cry anymore. She didn't need to beg for belief. The camera had done the work for her.
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'Margaret,' Emily said, her voice cutting through the room like a razor. The sound caused Ethan to turn around, his brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden change in his wife’s tone. 'Margaret, that camera saw everything.'
Margaret didn't move. She couldn't. She looked like a statue caught in the moment of destruction, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, paralyzed by the weight of the digital evidence.
