I went inside, set my phone on the counter with the live feed open, and started wiping down the counters.
Doorbell cam pinged.
I tapped it.
There she was.
Deborah on her porch.
Phone in her hand this time. Staring straight toward the playground.
My heartbeat picked up.
“Don’t,” I whispered at my phone.
She lifted the phone to her ear.
I hit screen record.
I recorded her standing there, talking, watching. Then I switched to the other camera showing the street and the edge of the playground.
The kids were running around, completely fine.
Noah was chasing a ball. Liam was laughing with Ethan.
Nothing wild. Nothing dangerous.
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