My Husband Destroyed the Kitchen Camera Before the Police Arrived — He Never Knew My Late Father Had Built It to Keep a Copy
And in that moment, whatever fragment of doubt might have survived in me died completely, and I felt only a cold and total clarity.
I looked at Mira, asleep and safe, and I looked up at him, and I smiled.
“Of course,” I whispered.
“Just give me a little time to recover.” He kissed my forehead, completely satisfied, and left.
He thought he had won.
He had just performed, in front of a nurse and a witness, the very desperation that would convict him.
Chapter 11 — The Escape Route