left keys and purses.

I opened the app.

Four motion recordings had been saved from that afternoon.

4:37 p.m.

5:11 p.m.

5:42 p.m.

5:49 p.m.

Patricia noticed the screen.

Her expression shifted.

Not enough for a stranger to catch.

Enough for me.

‘What is that?’ she asked.

‘Our living-room camera.’

Brianna’s phone slipped from her hand onto the couch.

Patricia took continue reading …