houses.
Ordinary sounds.
Ordinary morning.
I glanced at the security camera mounted beneath the roof.
“Do you think we’ll ever stop checking that thing?” I asked.
Toby laughed softly.
“Probably not for a while.”
Neither of us wanted to live suspiciously forever. We didn’t want to look at every neighbor and wonder what they might be hiding.
But trust, once damaged, doesn’t return simply because the evidence has been collected and the paint has dried.
It takes time.
And sometimes, it never returns in the same form.
I thought back
