at the frozen image of her face on my phone.
“I don’t know.”
But I had a feeling we were about to find out.
And I was beginning to suspect that the paint was only part of the story.
The neighbor who knew too much
Neither of us slept much that night.
Every few minutes, I opened the camera app to make sure the recordings were still there. I downloaded copies to my laptop and saved another set to a separate drive.
By six in the morning, I was sitting
