Inside The Walls
Caden
I found the leak by three in the morning.
It took me two hours, a phone call to my head of security, and pulling access logs from the household network that I should have checked weeks ago when Aria moved in and everything in my life started developing cracks.
The voice note had been recorded on a device connected to our home wifi. Someone inside the house — or someone who had been inside the house recently enough to plant something — had recorded my wife’s private phone call and sent it to my stepdaughter at midnight as a warning.
Not a threat yet.
A demonstration.
Look what I have. Look how close I am. Look how easily I could destroy everything.
I sat at my desk with the security logs and a glass of scotch I wasn’t drinking and thought about every person wh
