Michael whispered, low and urgent, a single word.

“No.” My house has six security cameras.

Michael knew that; everyone in the family knew that.

What Michael did not know was that after my husband, Henry, became ill, in the long slow season of his dying, I had quietly replaced two of those six cameras with newer models, ones that automatically backed themselves up to an encrypted server offsite, beyond anyone’s reach.

When Michael began his campaign, he had done what he thought was thorough.