He slowly lowered himself onto the couch.
For a moment, he looked far older than he had the day before.
“I would never hurt her.”
“Then help me understand.”
He rubbed his hands across his knees.
“I cannot.”
As he watched, I searched the house.
Everything looked ordinary.
The kitchen was spotless.
His laptop sat on the dining table.
His phone rested beside it.
“May I look at your phone?” I asked.
He hesitated for only a moment.
“Of course.”
There were no hidden apps.
No suspicious calls.
No unfamiliar contacts.
Then I noticed a notification from his home security system.
“You installed cameras?”
“After someone broke into the garage last year.”
“Where are they?”
“Front porch, driveway, and back door.”
I opened the app.
The footage showed my father returning home alone at 10:17 p.m.
He went inside.
A few minutes later, someone stepped into the edge of the driveway.
