EMILY'S POV
The days blurred together after that, I moved through the estate like a ghost, smiling at the right moments, saying the right words. Ralph was everywhere around me, at breakfast, at dinner, in my thoughts when I tried to sleep. His presence filled every room, every silence, every breath I took.
And behind my headboard, the tiny device listened to all of it. I found it two days alone while searching for a file that fell behind my bed. It was tiny, almost inconspicuous, planted directly above my head to listen to every detailed speech and conversation made in this room.
Thursday evening, Ralph surprised me. I came back from a meeting to find the dining room transformed. Candles everywhere, roses on the table and soft music playing from somewhere I couldn't see.
He stood by th
