Your child is listening. And he is about to repeat every secret you tried to bury.You think you are safe in your own home. You lock the doors, check the cameras, and trust the people closest to you. Priya did, too. As a professional investigator, she built her life on data, ledgers, and cold logic. She thought she had total control over her family's narrative.But the greatest threat to Priya's perfect life isn't outside the house. It's sitting at her kitchen table.Her young son, Milo, has delayed echolalia. He doesn't just speak; he records. Like a living tape recorder, he perfectly mimics fragments of overheard conversations days or even weeks after they happen. At first, it's innocent. But then, the playbacks change.Milo begins echoing whispered threats. Vicious, private arguments. The horrifying sound of a fatal fall on the stairs.Every echoed phrase violently strips away the pristine illusion of Priya's life, turning her claustrophobic family home into a psychological trap. Her sister Alina's cruel jabs suddenly carry a deadly weight. Her husband Dev's flat reassurances feel like calculated lies. Someone under this roof is hiding a devastating truth, and Milo is counting down the seconds until he repeats it out loud.How do you hide from a tragedy when your own child is playing it back on a loop? Read more