I listened to the video game kill sounds coming through my phone, followed by the cold, relentless tone of a disconnected call. My whole body trembled with panic.I was a chemical restoration specialist.To make it easier to work on certain restoration projects, I had converted a room in my house into a private workshop. It contained hazardous chemical reagents that I had properly registered and stored in compliance with safety regulations.I did not have my mother-in-law's or my sister-in-law, Jeannie Lloyd's, contact information, so my only option was to keep calling my husband, Chester Lloyd.I called him more than a dozen times in a row. Every single time, he hung up on me. With no other choice, I immediately hailed a cab from my parents' house and urged the driver to turn around and head back.Throughout the ride, I kept refreshing Jeannie's livestream.They were already live. The moment I saw what was happening, my hands began to shake uncontrollably.On the screen, the wo
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