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

like someone punched in the stomach trying not to show it.

“Can you tell who installed it?” I asked.

“Not directly from the software itself. But I can tell you when,” he said, clicking through screens with practiced ease. “March 22nd, between nine and nine-fifteen in the evening. Does that timeframe mean anything to you?”

I looked at Simone, and she’d continue reading …