At the office, Julie tried to do her job. Tried to answer emails, attend meetings, nod at jokes. But her phone felt like a hot stone in her pocket. By lunch, she couldn’t take it anymore. She locked herself in a bathroom stall, opened the camera app, and pulled up the recordings.
The first clips were dull. Marcus wheeling himself from the bedroom to the living room. Marcus turning on the TV. Marcus shifting in his chair, grimacing, rubbing his thigh. Marcus staring at the window like he was waiting for something.