The argument spiraled. It wasn’t just about Mrs. Gable. It was about Eleanor. Laura confessed that she watched her mother. Mark confessed that he had compiled a file on Jeremy, the teenager, complete with timestamps and a map of his movements. They looked at each other across the kitchen island, the refrigerator humming the only sound, and saw strangers.
“I’m so sorry,” Laura said. “I’ll re-angle it immediately. I’ll put a privacy shield on the lens. I swear.” Village girl bathing hidden cam
“They’re in public view!”
“What did she say?”