The Secret Ingredient Hidden in the Recipe That Exposed My Husbands Darkest Lie
It was from her.
I looked back at the laptop screen, searching for more answers.
I clicked on a desktop shortcut titled *System Controller*.
A black window opened, displaying a long list of active IP addresses and hardware names.
The smart-home system Julian had designed was far more complex than I ever realized.
There were twenty-three separate camera feeds listed on the network.
I only knew about four.
The cameras on the front porch, the driveway, the garage, and the back deck were visible on my own phone app.
The other nineteen were hidden.
I scrolled down the list of device names, my heart hammering against my ribs.
*Hallway_01.*
*Pantry_East.*
*Pantry_Floor_Access.*
*Kitchen_Ceiling_01.*
*Spice_Rack_01.*
I stopped scrolling.
*Spice_Rack_01.*
My gaze fixed on the name of the camera.
The spice rack was the centerpiece of my professional kitchen.
It was a beautiful, custom-made oak carousel that Julian had built for me when my food blog started gaining traction.
He had installed it at perfect eye level, right next to my prep station.
I remembered how he had insisted on its exact placement.