Leo raised his small hand while crying softly now.
He pointed his tiny finger upward toward the ceiling.
Sarah followed her little boy's gaze up high above.
A sleek black security camera mounted near the crown.
Mark had installed the unit just two weeks ago.
It recorded high definition video with full sharp audio.
Clara had completely forgotten the camera was active today.
Her face turned pale white under her reddish hair.
Sarah: Check the living room camera feed right now.
Mark: The system records directly to my mobile phone.
Mark pulled his smartphone out from his jacket pocket.
His fingers tapped the screen with growing nervous tension.
The app loaded the live playback within five seconds.
Clara shifted back toward the top hallway carpet floor.
She tried to back away toward the quiet guestroom.
Sarah: Don't you dare step away from this room!
Mark watched the video playback on the small screen.
He saw Clara deliberate foot movement on the stair.
He watched his little boy fall down wooden steps.
He saw Clara throw the ceramic vase with force.
The truth was undeniable on the clear video feed.
Mark looked up from the phone screen in rage.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the device.
He looked at Clara with deep cold horror now.