She clicked through options until she found devices that looked like ordinary objects: a phone charger, a smoke detector, a wall clock. Tiny lenses disguised in black plastic. Apps that sent motion alerts. Recording that could be checked anytime.
Her chest felt tight as she hit add to cart. She told herself it was for safety. If someone really was entering the house, she needed to know. If Marcus was trying to push himself in ways he shouldn’t, he could fall. If anything happened while she was at work… A dozen justifications formed like armor.