Chapter 9 - Laura’s Voice

For ten seconds, I forgot how to breathe.

Laura had been dead for four years.

Yet her voice was in my daughter’s room.

The recording continued.

“Daniel, if you ever hear this, don’t trust Vanessa. She knows about the trust. She knows about—”

A loud crash cut her off.

Then another voice.

Vanessa’s.

“Turn it off.”

The recording ended.

I stared at the tablet.

“That can’t be recent,” Rachel said when I played it for her.

Emma shook her head. “It was in the garage.”

We searched.

Behind a cabinet in the back corner, Marcus found a small Bluetooth speaker taped beneath a shelf.

Its memory contained the same file.

Someone had been playing Laura’s old recording where Emma could hear it.

To frighten her.

To confuse her.

Maybe to make her sound unstable.

Rachel looked at me. “Do you know the original recording?”

I did.

Laura had made dozens of voice memos during her illness. Some were practical. Passwords. Insurance instructions. Messages for Emma.

One had gone missing from our cloud archive two years ago.

I remembered because it was the only file labeled PRIVATE-DANIEL.

“I never heard the whole thing,” I said.

Marcus checked the speaker logs.

It had been activated eleven times in six weeks.

Always after midnight.

Always from Vanessa’s phone.

When police showed her the device, Vanessa finally asked for a lawyer.

But before they could formally remove her from the property, she disappeared.

One moment she was in the guest wing with an officer waiting outside.

The next, the bathroom window was open.

Her car was still in the garage.

Her phone was on the bed.

And Noah’s diaper bag was gone.

My heart stopped.

I ran upstairs.

Noah was still in his crib.

Emma was with Rachel.

Both children were safe.

Then why take the diaper bag?

Marcus emptied the nursery cabinet.

“Daniel.”

He held up a black zippered case.

Inside were Noah’s passport, birth certificate, and Social Security card.

All still there.

So Vanessa hadn’t taken documents.

Rachel looked inside the missing-bag inventory on her phone.

Then she whispered, “The portable hard drive.”

The one containing the only full backup of Laura’s old recordings.

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