That evening, Eleanor opened their shared bank account on her computer while Julian was downstairs watching television. She carefully scanned the recent statements for something out of the blue. Nothing unusual appeared on the records. There was no record of large payouts or withdrawals. She thought of calling the agency, but then dismissed it—what could they tell her that the nannies wouldn’t? Eleanor felt a strange, persistent confusion knotting in her chest. There was certainly something she was missing.
Driven by a quiet, uneasy impulse, Eleanor ordered a few tiny security cameras online that night. Two days later, while Julian was out running errands, she carefully installed a device hidden inside a bookshelf speaker in Julian’s home office, one in the living room, and two in the bedrooms upstairs. She did not know what she was looking for, and she felt guilty even setting them up. She told herself it was just for home security, trying to push down her growing unease.
On Monday morning, Julian announced that he had found another candidate to interview at the house. Eleanor forced a grateful smile and thanked him warmly. "I'm going to take your advice and start wrapping up my projects at work," she told him softly over breakfast. Julian smiled brightly, kissing her cheek before heading to his home office. Eleanor left for her firm, her heart heavy, waiting for the camera feed to go live on her phone.