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Chapter 7 - the attack had been less spontaneous than we thought

The sheriff’s investigators moved more quickly than Chloe expected, mostly because the estate security records were thorough and because North Shore’s response vehicles were equipped with timestamped body cams. Those cameras didn’t capture the moment Chloe struck me—the team arrived after Margaret fired the flare—but they did record Chloe still near the weapon, covered in porridge, yelling that Margaret had “ruined everything.”

That phrase mattered.

By the second interview, investigators had also established that Chloe had disabled one of the back-garden cameras earlier that day. She hadn’t managed to kill the whole system, only one garden-facing unit. She also used a copied gate code to enter through the side service drive instead of the main approach. That meant she had not just lost her temper during a family disagreement. She had taken steps beforehand to reduce witnesses and control access.

Then they found the notebook in her car.

It was leather-bound, cheap, and full of messy lists: expenses, names, a few crossed-out tasks. Mixed among them were lines that turned my stomach.

Get her alone.

Make it look like a fall.

If Margaret interferes, scream first.

There was also a page headed After The Baby, followed by nonsense plans about Ethan “coming to his senses” once he saw who had truly stood by him. Delusion has a paper trail more often than people realize.

The district attorney later explained that the notebook wasn’t some perfect criminal blueprint; in court, it would be argued over, contextualized, minimized. But it mattered because it matched the other evidence—Chloe’s searches, her tampering with the camera, her attempt to isolate me in the garden, and the direct threat she made before hitting me.

For me, the worst part wasn’t the rod.

It was the realization that my sister had already been rehearsing a world in which my child and I were obstacles she could remove from her path.

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That kind of betrayal doesn’t feel like anger.

It feels like contamination.

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