Dominics Pov
I leaned back in the heavy oak desk in my study, the weight of my thoughts pushing me deeper into the leather chair. The shadows played across the bookshelves as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a foreboding atmosphere over everything I once knew.
Something was not right.
My fingers tapped against the keyboard as I scrolled through the server logs on the home network. I ran a query to pull timestamps from each access point—laptops, tablets, backup drives, even the hidden server routed through an encrypted node in the basement. My heartbeat slowed when I spotted the tiny gap, a 2 minutes hole hole in the east corridor camera feed. It didn't appear at a glance. But in a house like this, rigged to monitor and lock down, even seconds mattered.
At 3:42 am, the feed fli
