With trembling hands, I navigated through the tablet, searching for any audio files Caleb might have recorded. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise, fear and fury battling for dominance in my mind. I found a folder labeled “Secret.” Inside were several audio files, each dated in Caleb’s handwriting.
I hesitated for a moment, steeling myself for what I might hear, then pressed play on the most recent file. The sound quality was poor, static crackling through the speaker, but I could make out hushed voices, one of which was unmistakably my brother’s.
“…can’t keep doing this, Mark. What if she finds out?” said a voice that sent shivers down my spine—Dr. Reynolds.
