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Chapter 3: The Hidden Camera

Chapter 3: The Hidden Camera

Vanessa thought Eleanor had nothing left.

No voice.

No strength.

No allies.

She was wrong.

Because Eleanor Whitmore had spent thirty-five years investigating people.

And investigators always had instincts.

She noticed something strange.

The antique clock in the dining room had been moved.

A tiny detail nobody else would notice.

But Eleanor noticed everything.

The clock had a small red light.

Blinking.

A camera.

Someone had been recording.

For the first time in months, Eleanor felt something she thought she had lost forever.

Hope.

Vanessa had been collecting evidence against herself.

Every cruel word.

Every threat.

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Every act of abuse.

The woman who thought she was hiding her crimes had unknowingly created her own prison.

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