On screen, Lila moved through the apartment like a ghost. Each step slow, heavy, as if her legs could barely carry her weight.
She dropped her purse on the floor... didn't even bother to pick it up. Just stood there in the entryway, staring at nothing.
Sophia cranked the audio feed to maximum.
Silence. Just Lila's ragged breathing and a soft, broken sound that might have been a whimper.
Then Lila's face crumpled.
Her hand came up to cover her mouth, shoulders shaking. She stumbled forward, collapsed onto the couch, and buried her face in her hands.
And started sobbing.
Not delicate tears. Full, body-wracking sobs that made her whole frame shake.
The sounds came through the speakers... raw, ugly, desperate. The kind of crying that came from the deepest well of failure and fear.
Sophia's jaw clenched so tight her teeth ached.
This bitch.
The thought burned through her mind like acid.
This fucking useless bitch just invited me to watch her cry? What the fuck is going on?