It boomed through the phone’s microphone, loud enough for Carla to hear it from the table.

Noah let out a high whimper.

It was a small, terrified sound.

“I told you to stay in the living room,” Travis said.

His voice went sharp fast.

“You don’t go sneaking around my house.”

“Please don’t hit me again,” Noah whispered.

“Hand me that tablet,” Travis said.