Yes," Elena repeated after a moment, her voice steadier now but carrying a quiet finality that made the words feel heavier than they should have been, "Victor, we need cameras in the house."
I went still.
Not outwardly.
Not in a way anyone would notice.
But something inside me tightened sharply, because that was the last thing I needed, the one development I had been quietly avoiding since this entire situation began. A house like that, wired with cameras in every corridor and room, meant exposure in ways that could not be controlled easily, and I knew immediately I would have to be far more careful than I already was.
And worse still, Elena would not stop at suspicion anymore.
She would start watching.
Victor didn't respond at first.
