Laura blinked. “What? No. It’s pointed at the side yard. The fence line.”
The argument spiraled. It wasn’t just about Mrs. Gable. It was about Eleanor. Laura confessed that she watched her mother. Mark confessed that he had compiled a file on Jeremy, the teenager, complete with timestamps and a map of his movements. They looked at each other across the kitchen island, the refrigerator humming the only sound, and saw strangers. Village girl bathing hidden cam
She packed all the pieces into the original sleek white box, printed out the return label, and drove it to the UPS store. On the way back, she saw Mark sitting on the front porch. He wasn’t on his phone. He was just sitting, watching the actual street with his actual eyes. A kid on a bike rode by – Jeremy. He waved. Mark waved back, a small, awkward gesture. Laura blinked
“I’m so sorry,” Laura said. “I’ll re-angle it immediately. I’ll put a privacy shield on the lens. I swear.” It’s pointed at the side yard
“I’m not saying we’ll never get another one,” Laura said, sitting next to him. “But if we do, it’s one. And it points only at the door. And we turn it off when we’re home.”