You’re the only one who was ever really watching.” Then he drifted off again.

We never spoke of it in the daylight.

But everything that came after — the safe, the folders, the video, the patient terrible silence — everything grew out of that one sentence in the dark. You’re the only one who was ever really watching. He was right.

I always had been.

It had simply taken him dying for anyone to notice that the watching had a use.

Chapter 4 — At the House