settled beside the fireplace. For a while, it felt like the exact escape we had hoped for.
Then something changed.
Mara was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when she called out to me and asked about a blinking light. At first, I assumed it was nothing serious, probably some ordinary signal from a smoke detector. But she insisted it
was blinking too fast, so I climbed up to take a closer look. I twisted the cover loose, expecting to find a battery compartment.
Instead, behind the plastic, I saw something that made my stomach tighten instantly.
A small, clear lens.A camera.
For a moment, I could not speak. I just stared at it, feeling my heartbeat race as the reality settled over me. Then I told Mara to pack immediately. There was no discussion, no time spent reasoning it out. We moved fast, throwing our things together without
folding
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