Chapter 33: Inside the Walls
Nobody had slept. I could see it on every face gathered in the kitchen that morning, the exhaustion sitting heavy behind everyone's eyes. Victor had already pulled every security recording from the past week, spreading printouts across the table like a man building a case against an enemy he couldn't yet see.
Mrs. Brooks moved through the house with a tight, controlled fury I hadn't seen from her before, questioning each member of staff individually, her usual warmth replaced by something sharper.
"This house has never felt unsafe until now," she said, more than once, to no one in particular.
The words settled over the room every time she said them, and nobody offered a response, because none of us had one.
Victor examined my bedroom methodically, catalogi
