There was too much to say, and no good way to say it. But that smile Rosa gave them—that stayed with her. That wasn’t a misunderstanding. That wasn’t projection. That was something calculated. Amused. She’d been pleased to witness them fighting. And Clara couldn’t shake the thought that Rosa had wanted her to see.
Clara sat up in bed long after Marc had fallen asleep, lit only by the blue glow of her screen. Motion-triggered cameras. Hidden nanny cams. Cloud backups. She didn’t know what she was searching for—proof of betrayal? Manipulation? Something worse? She clicked Add to Cart without hesitation.