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One afternoon while they were out, I installed a small voice recorder in Johnny’s room. Hid it inside a picture frame on his desk.
The following time they visited, I let them go upstairs, waited quietly, and listened as Johnny’s door clicked shut.
Doris’s voice was calm and cold: “If your mother finds out and leaves your father, it’ll be your fault.
No college. No future. One word about what you saw, and you destroy this entire family.”
Steven’s voice was low and firm: “Your dad messed up.
Adults do, sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you get to destroy his life over one mistake.”
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