My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

He checked his phone, then knelt by Sophia’s chair.

My neck went tight.

I put my hand there.

“Right where I sat,” I said.

“He opened the compartment under the seat,” Elena said.

“He took out a module.

The footage ends at six forty-six.”

On the screen, Marcus straightened his coat and looked at the camera.