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“About our kids.”
Mark stared at me like he hadn’t heard me right. “They’re seven and nine,” he said slowly.
And they said she can just keep calling. As many times as she wants.”
He went quiet for a second, jaw clenching.
Then he looked at me. “What do you want to do?”
“I want cameras,” I said.
“Outside. Covering the front. The sidewalk.
The street. The playground if it reaches. I want everything recorded.”
No hesitation.
“Okay,” he said.
So the next morning, after I dropped the boys at school, I didn’t go home.
I went to the security aisle.
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