“Before the police come up here to take statements,” she said with icy calm, “you might want to explain why your wife had a hidden high-definition camera recording every corner of her kitchen.”

The silence behind the curtain shifted at once, going heavy and suffocating.

Samuel was the first to recover, though his voice wavered.

“A camera? Daphne has clearly gotten completely paranoid lately. I told you she was unstable.”

Joyce snapped her fingers in agitation, her face twisting into a sneer.

“She hides cameras to record her own family? That just proves she planned this whole thing herself.”

Dr. Stone yanked the curtain aside with a sharp motion, revealing two detectives standing in the hallway.