My bird camera, set up in the garden, was catching everything.
It was an unassuming witness, unnoticed by those outside.
As the minutes ticked by, the knot in my stomach tightened.
Why was there no chaos, no urgency?
The calm demeanor of the neighbors struck me as rehearsed.
Almost too perfect for the situation.
Life in this neighborhood had its routines, and I wasn’t one to pry.
Between freelance work and caring for my father, my days were full.
Yet, this scene had shifted something inside me.
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