But that was irrelevant. I just stood there and watched the video as intently as possible, wondering what it could be about.
“Valerie?” said Dad. He sounded a little tired, as if he had been up all night, and the bags under his eyes seemed to prove that. “Is the video recording now?”
“Yes, Genius,” came Valerie’s usual calm voice on the video. “You may start speaking any second now. I will be automatically adjusting the audio and video output to ensure that the recording is as high quality as possible so that Kevin will be able to view this video without any problem once he sees it.”
“If he sees it, you mean,” Dad corrected grimly. “I hope he never does, but thanks anyway.”
Dad then suddenly looked at the camera. I felt my throat constrict when Dad looked at the camera, because it felt
