After turning off the recording, she calmly put her phone away.
Quietly, she hailed a cab and went back home with an unusually composed expression.
But as soon as Amelia stepped through the door, she felt as though all the strength had been drained from her body.
She stood frozen in the doorway for what felt like an eternity before pulling out her phone again, replaying Charlotte Grant's recording.
And when it ended, the pain hit her hard—deep, raw, and relentless.
She hadn't expected this.
Her child... gone like that.
And it was Vivian.
Amelia tightly clutched her phone. No idea how long she stayed like that, but then, out of nowhere, she let out a laugh.
It was a laugh, but it carried a weight too heavy. A laugh laced with anguish.
In the pitch-black room,
