That’s when I knew—
This wasn’t imagination.
The Camera
The next day, I bought a small camera and placed it on her shelf, pointed straight at the window.
I told myself it was just to calm my nerves.
That I’d see nothing.
That I’d laugh at myself later.
That night, I watched the feed.
At 2:13 AM—
The camera triggered.
Romy was sitting upright in bed.
Talking softly.
To someone.
And then I saw it.
A tall figure.
Standing right outside the window.
Still.
Watching.
For a split second, his face reflected in the mirror.
And I felt pure terror.
The Moment I Ran
I didn’t think.
I ran.
Burst through her door—
The window was open.
The curtains moving inward.
Romy blinked at me, annoyed.
“Mommy! You scared him away!”
I leaned out the window.
And saw him.
An older man.
Walking away slowly across the yard.
Not running.
Not hiding.
Just… leaving.
The Truth I Didn’t Expect
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Because something felt familiar.
Something I had buried.
The divorce.
The distance.
The family I cut off completely.
Including him.
Chase’s father.
Harold.
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