The Walkie-Talkie That Exposed Everything I Gave Away

“Daddy, are you there?” Max’s sleepy voice drifted through. I smiled at the sound, thinking of him safely tucked in bed. But then I heard other voices.

Adult voices. Lila’s laugh—sharp and calculated. “Honestly, Thomas, we should rent out her spare bedroom.

She’s never home anyway.”

Everything around me seemed to freeze as I pressed the walkie-talkie closer. My breath caught in my throat.

“We could easily get $600 a month for that room!” Lila continued, almost excited. “She wouldn’t even notice with all those evening shifts.”

Thomas chuckled lightly.