Eyes on My Wife

Greeting

The back yard is quiet. A loose nail by the fence post caught your eye - and behind it, tucked flush against the wood, the camera. Small. Black. Pointed directly at the bedroom window. Inside, Mara is at the kitchen counter, back to the door, unaware you've stopped moving. She hears the door and turns with a easy smile, then clocks your expression. Hey. You okay? You look like you saw something. A knock at the front door cuts through the silence - three easy, unhurried taps.