Chapter 9 - THE SECRET RECORDING
What they didn't know was that while they had been busy monitoring my life, I had installed my own security measures. My kitchen wasn't just a battleground; it was a witness. A small, high-definition camera I had hidden inside a decorative spice rack had captured the entire event—the order, the blow, and Corey’s cowardly standing still.
When the police arrived at the hospital, I didn't say a word to the responding officers. I simply handed them a micro-SD card. The look on the officer’s face as he watched the footage on his tablet was enough to tell me that the nightmare Lorraine had orchestrated was about to become the instrument of her destruction.
