answering.
He ordered some tests and told me to come back the following
day.
When we returned home, George was waiting in the living room.
“What did the doctor say?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I stood in front of him.
“Tell me what happened last night.”
His face went pale.
“Margaret…”
“You know where this bruise came from.”
He said nothing.
“George, look at me.” The continuation read in the comments
Slowly, he did.
Then he said:
“If I tell you, promise me you’ll watch everything before you decide what you think.”
That sentence frightened me more than anything else that day.
He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
Then he opened a video.
The image showed our bedroom.
I stared at him.
“Why were you recording us?”
“For three weeks.”
My blood ran cold.
“Three weeks?”
He didn’t explain.
He simply pressed play.
The timestamp
