“Audio is live across all common areas, Mr.

Vance,” Hector said softly.

I took a seat in the leather chair, and I told him the truth of why we were there.

“I want to see what happens in my home when people think I’m out of the country.” And for the first fifteen minutes, I felt utterly ridiculous.

On the screens, Marisol was quietly wiping down the marble kitchen counters.

My daughters sat at the dining table, finishing their breakfast.