Chapter 2: The Blinking Red Light
Part 2 ⬇️
Dad's hand was already reaching for the bear.
Vanessa moved fast.
"David, don't," she said, her voice suddenly sharp.
"That thing is just an old toy.
She planted it there to make me look bad."
"I've had that bear since I was six," I said.
"You know that, Dad."
He looked at me.
Then at her.
Then at the bear in his hand.
His fingers found the small latch on the back.
Vanessa grabbed his arm.
"Please," she whispered.
"You're going to believe a camera over your own wife?"
Dad gently pulled free.
The little door clicked open.
Inside was a lens no bigger than a fingernail — and a blinking red light.
Still recording.
Vanessa's face went completely white.
"David, I can explain—"
"Then explain it now," he said quietly.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
I watched my father's expression change — not with anger, but with something worse.
Recognition.
Like he'd been waiting, somewhere deep down, for exactly this moment.
Then his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen and went very still.
It was a message from a number I didn't recognize.
He read it once.
Then again.
"Vanessa," he said slowly.
"Who is Michael?"
Her eyes filled — not with tears, but with something cold and calculating.
And I realized then that the $2,000 was never about rent.
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What David found on that phone changed everything he thought he knew.
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