Determined, she made a list before the sun had fully risen. Motion sensors. Night vision cameras. An infrared thermometer. Her pen pressed hard against the page, like every stroke carved her resolve deeper. She wasn’t helpless. She was methodical.
By mid-morning, she was walking through the aisles of a hardware store, filling her cart with wires, mounts, and battery packs. She avoided eye contact with the cashier, ashamed of how shaky her hands were. But she swiped her card with a steadiness that surprised her. She was back in control.