be in danger was unbearable.
The next day, I barely spoke to Richard.
He noticed my unusual silence, but I avoided his questions.
That evening, I made a decision.
I wouldn’t sleep.
I would watch the hallway and find out exactly what was happening.
Shortly after midnight, Richard’s bedroom door opened.
I watched him walk toward Emily’s room, holding his phone.
He stepped inside and pulled the door almost completely shut.
I waited a few seconds.
Then I silently approached.
The hallway was dark.
Through the narrow opening, I could see part of Emily’s bed.
Richard was standing beside her.
My stomach twisted.
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He leaned forward, looking closely at something near her pillow.
Then he knelt beside the mattress and raised his phone.
I couldn’t clearly see what was on the screen.
For several seconds, he remained motionless.
Then he moved the phone closer to Emily’s face.
That was enough.
I pushed the door open so violently that it struck the wall.
“RICHARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
He spun around, startled.
His phone nearly slipped from his hand.
I rushed toward the bed.
Emily was lying completely still beneath her sheet.
“Emily! Sweetheart!”
I touched her shoulder, terrified.
She stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
“Mommy? What’s wrong?”
Relief flooded through me, followed immediately by anger.
I turned toward Richard.
“Why have you been coming into her room every night? And what were you doing with that phone?”
He stared at me, pale and shaken.
Then he quietly held out his phone.
“Susan, please look.”
I wanted to shout at him again.
But something on the screen caught my attention.
It wasn’t a photograph.
It was an audio recording.
Richard pressed play.
At first, I heard only the
