She recorded everything in her notebook—locations, times, exact temperature shifts—it didn’t prove anything yet but it was a breadcrumb that she could trail along and reach her answers. By the time she finished, the sky had darkened to a deep indigo, the house draped in stillness.
On her laptop, the motion sensors blinked in steady intervals, and the camera feed streamed back a quiet patch of garden, waiting for something to stir. She sat on the edge of her bed, body heavy with exhaustion, until she drifted into a deep slumber.