Chương 6
“The exterior entrance camera wasn’t.”
The video showed no view of the foyer.
It showed reflections.
The polished glass panel beside the front doors reflected part of the marble floor at an angle.
Not enough to see faces clearly.
Enough to see movement.
Michael played it.
A dark shape: the stroller.
A pale shape: Sophia.
A gray shape: Elena.
The reflection distorted everything.
But Sophia’s arm moved.
The stroller moved a moment later.
Michael paused the recording.
“It doesn’t prove she released it.”
“No.”
“But it proves you were nowhere near the handle when it started moving.”
Elena stared at the frozen image.
Sophia’s story to police had been that Elena failed to engage the brake after positioning the stroller.
The reflection showed Elena several yards away carrying a folded blanket when the stroller began to roll.
“That proves she lied.”
“It proves that part of her statement was false.”
Elena looked at him.
“You sound like a lawyer.”
“I’ve spent too much money on them.”
He sat across from her.
“There’s more.”
She did not like the way he said it.
Michael opened the folder.
Inside were printed photographs.
Noah near the pool doors.
Noah in the dressing room.
Noah sitting alone in the breakfast room.
Elena frowned.
“What are these?”
“Still images from household cameras.”
“You said the cameras were offline.”
“The foyer system was being replaced. Other rooms still record.”
Her stomach tightened.
“You have cameras in the dressing room?”
“Hallway outside it.”
He moved one photograph toward her.
Timestamp.
Three weeks earlier.
Noah at the pool door.
Another.
Sophia walking away.
Another.
Elena arriving forty-seven seconds later.
Elena sat back.
“You’ve been watching everything.”
“No.”
“You could have.”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
His voice was quiet.
The admission seemed to cost him something.
“I installed the system after Noah was born. Mostly exterior coverage. Entrances. Hallways. Pool access. I told myself it was for security.”
Elena looked through the photographs.
“Why print these?”
“Because after yesterday I pulled six months of logs.”
“Six months?”
“My security team did.”
She looked at him sharply.
“Daniel?”
“Daniel, Marcus, and a forensic technician.”
“Without Sophia knowing?”
“She knows now.”
The photographs did not show abuse in the dramatic sense.
That almost made them worse.
Sophia leaving Noah alone near a pool door.
Sophia walking away from him in a hallway while he sat on the floor crying.
Sophia passing his lunch chair without looking while he reached toward her.
Elena arriving again and again.
Maria arriving sometimes.
A previous nanny, Rachel, appearing frequently.
Michael’s voice came from across the table.
“Rachel resigned in March.”
“I know.”
“She told me the schedule was too demanding.”
“That’s what Sophia told you.”
Michael stared at her.
Elena put down the photograph.
“What did Rachel tell you?”
“She didn’t.”
“What?”
“She sent her resignation to Sophia.”
Michael’s face changed.
“I never spoke to her.”
Elena realized the mistake.
Too late.
Michael leaned forward.
“You knew that?”
“I knew Rachel had problems with Sophia.”
“What kind?”
“She said Sophia scared her.”
“Why?”
“She saw her shake Noah.”
Michael did not move.
Elena heard the clock on the shelf.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“When?” he asked.
“February.”
“And you stayed.”
The words were not loud.
They landed anyway.
Elena looked at the table.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t see it.”
“That’s your reason?”
“No.”
“What is?”
“I thought Rachel exaggerated things.”
“Why?”
“Because Rachel hated Sophia.”
“Was she wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
“Elena.”
“I don’t know!”
Her voice broke across the room.
Noah cried somewhere upstairs.
Both of them froze.
Michael stood instinctively.
Then the crying stopped.
The nanny’s voice murmured through the ceiling, too distant to make out.
Michael remained standing.
Elena’s chest hurt.
“I was scared,” she said.
He looked down at her.
“I know that sounds pathetic.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Michael walked toward the window.
Cars moved slowly along the road outside the estate.
After a while he said, “I missed his first word.”
Elena looked at him.
He was still facing the window.
“I was in Chicago.”
She said nothing.
“Do you know what it was?”
“Yes.”
Michael nodded.
“Of course you do.”
“He said ‘light.’”
“I was told it was ‘Dada.’”
Elena closed her eyes.
“Sophia told you that?”
“Yes.”
“He said Dada later.”
“How much later?”
“Maybe a month.”
Michael laughed once under his breath.
It was not humor.
“She sent me a video.”
“I know.”
“Of him saying it.”
“Yes.”
“I watched that video in an airport lounge for twenty minutes.”
Elena had no answer.
Michael turned.
“Why did she lie about that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I keep asking everyone why she did things as if there’s going to be a version that makes sense.”
Elena looked at the rabbit on the table.
“Maybe there isn’t.”
“There has to be.”
“No.”
He frowned.
Elena touched her swollen hand.
“Sometimes people do cruel things because they can.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s too easy.”
“It’s not easy.”
“Then what?”
“She hates being inconvenienced.”
“That’s why she sent a stroller toward stairs?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
Elena hesitated.
This was the part she had never said aloud.
“I think she hates how much Noah needs you.”
Michael stared at her.
“She loves him.”
“I think she loves the idea of him.”
“That’s a vicious thing to say.”
“I know.”
“And you may be wrong.”
“I know.”
“Then why say it?”
“Because you asked.”
Michael looked away.
Elena wished she could take it back.
Not because it was necessarily false.
Because truth spoken at the wrong time could become another weapon.
Michael sat again.
After a long silence, he said, “I called Rachel.”
Elena looked up.
“She agreed to meet.”
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
“What did she say?”
“Very little.”
“Is she coming here?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Michael almost smiled.
“I thought you might say that.”
“Why?”
“Because you look like you want to burn the house down.”
“I’m sitting.”
“You’re sitting angrily.”
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“That’s not a thing.”
“It is with rich people.”
