responsible.
We continued watching.
Kelsie finally put down the roller, picked up the paint can, and walked toward the side of our house.
She disappeared from the garage camera’s view.
A few seconds later, the front porch camera captured her walking down the driveway and returning to her own property.
She didn’t run.
She didn’t look over her shoulder.
She simply walked home.
As if she’d just finished watering her flowers.
Toby was already pulling on his jeans.
“Call the police,” he said. “I’m not letting this go.”
I saved
