My Sister, a Pilot, Asked If My Husband Was Home — Seconds Later, Everything Fell Apart

“Based on the footprint, at least three months. But Ava… that’s not the strangest part.”

She pulled up security footage from our building lobby.

“Watch his shadow,” she said.

The shadow fell at the wrong angle. It flickered under the chandelier—subtle, easy to miss.

“This is deepfake technology,” Sophia explained. “Someone has been inserting fabricated footage into your building’s system.”

“Why would someone go to these lengths?”

“That’s what we need to figure out. But there’s more. I spoke to Mrs. Patterson in 20C. She saw Aiden leaving with suitcases three months ago. The weekend you were at that conference in Boston. She remembers because he helped her carry groceries on his way out. He told her he was going away for a while.”

I remembered that weekend. I’d come home Sunday evening to find Aiden cooking dinner—rosemary chicken, my favorite.

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