But not enough of an asshole to put cameras inside somebody’s private bathroom.
One hidden near the window overlooking the backyard would be enough.
Audio included.
Done.
The second door was the boy’s bathroom.
I opened it.
Paused.
Then immediately shut it again.
Absolutely not.
Nope.
I still had standards.
Barely.
The third room made my pulse spike immediately.
The boys’ room.
Three beds.
One shared desk.
Dark walls.
Clothes everywhere in a way that somehow still looked organized.
A massive frame leaned crookedly half-hidden near the closet and I immediately slipped another camera behind it carefully, adjusting the angle until the entire room came into view.
Perfect.
I could see:
the beds.
the desk.
half the windows.
Good enough.
Now—
proof.
I moved toward the d
