The Request That Changed Everything
One evening, Sharon pulled me aside.
Her hands were shaking.
“Cassie… could you install cameras?” she asked quietly.
I blinked. “Cameras?”
She nodded, eyes glossy. “Just in case I faint. Or something happens. I’d feel safer.”
Then she lowered her voice: “Please don’t tell Ben.”
That’s when my unease became certainty.
Not certainty of cheating.
Certainty that something in my home was not safe—emotionally, ethically, or otherwise.
I installed discreet cameras in key areas.
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