“Mark,” Kayla finally whispered, “please tell me what’s happening.” He exhaled shakily, staring at the house as if seeing it differently now. “When you called me earlier,” he said, voice quiet, “I checked something I haven’t told you about yet.” Kayla blinked. “Checked what?” Mark looked at her then — tired, frightened, conflicted. “The cameras,” he said softly.
“I installed hidden cameras upstairs last night after everything you told me.” Kayla’s breath hitched. “You… installed cameras?” He nodded. “I didn’t want to scare anyone until I had proof. But today, when you called… I saw him.” Kayla’s stomach flipped. “Him?”