“The audio picked up everything,” Mitchell went on.

“It records your mother stepping over your daughter while she lay unconscious on the tile.

It records your mother telling Vanessa to wipe the pan with a dish towel, pour the maple syrup on the floor, and tell the officers Emma slipped while reaching for a pancake.”

“My father didn’t know the system uploaded to an offsite server,” I said.

“Nobody in that house knew,” Detective Mitchell said.