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 read 3:17 a.m.
I saw myself lying in bed.
Then, slowly, I sat up.
My eyes were open.
But there was something wrong with the way I moved.
I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bedroom door.
George woke a few seconds later.
On the video, he called my name.