Marc turned to her. “This can’t go on.” Clara nodded, her voice quiet. “I agree.” They walked downstairs slowly. She sat on the couch. He followed. “I need to be honest with you,” she said. “I haven’t just been watching Rosa. I’ve been watching… us. I put cameras in the house.”
Marc stared. “Kitchen. Hallway. Upstairs,” she went on. “It wasn’t about catching you. It was about not feeling like I was losing my mind.” He didn’t speak for a long time. Then finally, “Okay. Let’s check it out.” Clara blinked. “What?” He leaned forward.