Veronica’s pulse pounded in her ears. This was not the behavior of a child. She called James to the living room, her hands shaking as she fast-forwarded through the footage. “You need to see this,” she whispered, dread heavy in her voice.
James, initially skeptical, sat beside her, arms crossed. “She’s just playing,” he muttered at first. But as the footage continued, his expression shifted from doubt to disbelief. They watched Esther’s meticulous movements as she shaved her legs and the way she moved with eerie familiarity.