Charles exchanged a look with his wife. “No need. Pack your things and go. And if we can’t recover the money…” His eyes hardened. “We may have to involve the police.”
The words sliced through her like broken glass.
Trying to hold herself together, Lena gathered her belongings and walked toward the front door. As she reached it, Madeline said coldly:
“I thought you were better than this, Lena. I really did.”
That night, Lena sat at her small kitchen table, staring at the stack of overdue bills. She hadn’t just lost a job—she’d lost her reputation. Her children, Ariana and Drew, slept in the next room. She’d always told them that character mattered above everything. Now she wondered whether anyone would ever believe her again.
But no one in the Harrington home realized one crucial detail:
One camera had still been recording.
The tiny nursery camera—installed so Madeline could check on her elderly dog—had a wide-angle view that captured everything happening in the hallway outside the office.
It held the truth Lena desperately needed… though she didn’t know it yet.
Two days later, her phone rang.