The Evidence They Didn’t Account For
“Your neighbor has a security camera,” the officer said.
“It faces your kitchen window.”
My stomach dropped.
“The blinds were open,” he continued. “It recorded video and audio.”
I closed my eyes.
Relief and shame collided in my chest.
Not because I did anything wrong—because I’d spent years being trained to believe exposure was worse than violence.
But this time, exposure meant documentation.
And documentation means consequences.
“We have his voice,” the officer said. “We have his mother laughing. We have the impact sounds. We have the timeline.”
