Daniel’s posture changed first. Not abruptly. Just… alert. His gaze lifted, scanning the room—not casually, but deliberately. Eleanor leaned back slightly, eyes tracking the ceiling corner where the camera was mounted. Brooke stood, moving closer to Clare’s chair, her body angling just enough to block the lens.
Samuel paused the video. They weren’t reacting to an accident. They were reacting to the room. “That,” Samuel said quietly, “is not how people behave when nothing is happening.” The officer stepped closer to the screen. “Run it again.” This time Clare saw it too. The coordination. The way Eleanor stood for no reason at all.