“Let’s go through the footage together. If something’s there, we’ll see it. If nothing’s there… then we’ll stop letting this rip us apart.” Clara exhaled slowly. “Okay.” She opened the laptop, connected it to the TV.
The living room flickered with frozen timestamps and soft whirring from the security feed. Clara clicked Play. They watched in silence. The living room: Rosa folding laundry. The kitchen: Rosa prepping a tray of fruit for Leo. The hallway: Rosa walking past the coat rack.