One Mark on My Shirt Changed Everything—When My Mother Finally Saw the Footage, She Lost Control

and pointed directly at me. She was filming.

“Jesus,” I whispered, feeling sick.

Lawrence clicked to the next file without speaking. This one was my parking garage from two weeks ago—I was getting into my car, and in the background, barely visible behind a concrete pillar, Raina was there again. Watching. Just watching with an intensity that was visible continue reading …