Emma stood frozen in the doorway. The screen continued glowing steadily behind her.MICHAEL PARKER.For several long seconds, nobody said a word. Sophia finally took a cautious step toward her daughter. "Emma."Emma raised a trembling hand. "Don't."Sophia stopped where she stood.Emma stared at the name on the screen as though staring hard enough might somehow make it rearrange itself into something she could bear."My father," she said, barely a whisper.Sarah stood silently behind her. Michael was nowhere in the room, and somehow his absence made everything heavier still.Emma swallowed hard. "Tell me this is wrong.""I wish I could," Sarah said.Emma turned sharply. "What did he do?""That's exactly what we came down here to find out," Sarah said.Emma crossed to the computer, and the paused recording resumed on its own, static crackling through the small speaker before resolving into a younger Michael — perhaps twenty years younger, his face gaunt, his eyes rimmed red as though h
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