Amanda’s fingers brushed over the smooth wooden surface of the floor, her eyes widening as the loose board wobbled under her touch. The study was unusually shrouded in a delicate veil of dust, a testament to its infrequent use.
But today, something was different. A gap, a sliver of space barely noticeable, had caught her attention. The small, sleek camera nestled beneath the floorboard glinted back at her, its unblinking eye capturing her every move.
Thoughts raced through Amanda’s mind. Who would place a camera here? Why this room? Most importantly, how long had it been watching, silently recording the daily life of the Montgomery household? She felt a sudden surge of vulnerability, the weight of unseen eyes pressing upon her.
The Montgomerys were wealthy, yes, but they were also kind. The lady of the house, Mrs. Montgomery, often praised Amanda for her diligence, while Mr. Montgomery was known to tip generously during the holidays. They had a…..Read Full Story Here……..
