Leaving The Repairman And My Wife Alone Was The Most Regretful Decision I Have Ever Made-6
Shifting the Lens
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the camera list. Found it! The camera facing the bedroom door! We’d installed one in the hall, aimed at the bedroom entrance, mainly to monitor if our son wandered out at night. I tapped it urgently. The bedroom door was shut. The hallway was empty. The repairman remained near the kitchen. Staring at that closed door, my heart sank. Emma was likely resting in there. She’d looked pale this morning.
Sinister Silence
Seconds ticked by. The kitchen feed showed no unusual movement. The man occasionally bent down, perhaps tightening screws or organizing tools. But the pervasive quiet… No footsteps from Emma. No pouring water. Nothing. This utter silence, filtering through the phone screen, chilled my spine. She couldn’t sleep that soundly? There’s a stranger working out here! My finger hovered over the screen… Switch to the bedroom interior? But we hadn’t installed a camera there! Privacy, we’d argued.
Frozen Fear
A wave of bitter regret washed over me. I sucked in a breath, realizing my nerves were fraying. Maybe Emma was simply reading in bed? Listening to music? Headphones? I fought the terrifying scenarios. Just then, the conference room door opened. An assistant leaned in, holding a package needing my signature. The manager frowned. I seized the chance, almost bolting out into the hallway.
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My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the camera list. Found it! The camera facing the bedroom door! We’d installed one in the hall, aimed at the bedroom entrance, mainly to monitor if our son wandered out at night. I tapped it urgently. The bedroom door was shut. The hallway was empty. The repairman remained near the kitchen. Staring at that closed door, my heart sank. Emma was likely resting in there. She’d looked pale this morning.
Sinister Silence
Seconds ticked by. The kitchen feed showed no unusual movement. The man occasionally bent down, perhaps tightening screws or organizing tools. But the pervasive quiet… No footsteps from Emma. No pouring water. Nothing. This utter silence, filtering through the phone screen, chilled my spine. She couldn’t sleep that soundly? There’s a stranger working out here! My finger hovered over the screen… Switch to the bedroom interior? But we hadn’t installed a camera there! Privacy, we’d argued.
Frozen Fear
A wave of bitter regret washed over me. I sucked in a breath, realizing my nerves were fraying. Maybe Emma was simply reading in bed? Listening to music? Headphones? I fought the terrifying scenarios. Just then, the conference room door opened. An assistant leaned in, holding a package needing my signature. The manager frowned. I seized the chance, almost bolting out into the hallway.
NEXT >>