The screen flickered on. Clare watched herself stand from the table, purse slung over her shoulder, heading toward the restroom. Seconds later, a server passed too close. Her bag tipped. Something small slid free and landed on the floor. The image froze there, the sachet stark against the dark tile. “That’s when we found it,” the manager said quietly.
“I didn’t put it there,” Clare said, her voice sharper now. “Someone must have—” The breath test came next. Then the field assessment. She tried to focus, to move the way she was asked, but her body felt delayed, like it was answering instructions a second too late.