A Little Girl Was Almost Drowned by Her Stepmother—Until the Father Listened to the Recording

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Christopher looked toward the camera, all warmth gone from his eyes now, replaced with something like steel. “Yes.”

“I underestimated you,” Estelle said, almost thoughtfully. He stood, holding Emma, ash drifting around them like black snow. “Where are you?”

No answer. Then: “Come to the west wing.” Click. The line went dead.

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