Every morning, the nursery camera signal dropped while my mother cared for my sick wife. Suspecting something, I hid a secondary camera in the room. When I checked the feed the next day, I saw my mother standing over my wife, holding a syringe, and whispering, “This is for your own good…”

A single text from Chloe: We are in the car. Doors locked. Everyone is safe.

The hostages were out. It was time to level the building.

Chapter Seven: The Voice from the Ether

Through the hidden camera feed, I watched my mother stand alone in the center of the empty nursery. The facade had completely crumbled. She looked furiously at the spilled water continue reading …