Demolition Before the Bloom

the microwave.

I froze.

Then I pulled the appliance away from the wall.

A camera.

Small.

Hidden.

Recording.

My heart began pounding.

I checked the living room.

Another camera.

The hallway.

Another.

My bedroom.

Another.

Someone had been watching us.

Listening.

Learning.

Every conversation.

Every plan.

Every secret.

Julian immediately called a security specialist.

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