Security cameras were installed. When I checked to see what my sister and her husband were doing in my house…

I forgot about my family, that I installed security cameras. When my sister and her husband were working on my house, I froze. "You have a week to get everything done," he told them. They laughed at me, so I need a drink. "Not for 'Let's go.'" My name is Mina.

I'm 36 and I work as a CFO at one of those big industrial companies downtown. Four years ago, we finally saved enough for a down payment on a house. Nothing fancy, just a three-bedroom in a quiet neighborhood. I'm still paying the mortgage, but it's mine. My parents, Linda and Robert, moved in about two years ago.

My dad worked in construction his entire life. My mom was a nurse. Their pensions aren't great, so I help out. Well, I did help, but I'm getting ahead of myself. There's also my sister, Emma, ​​seven years younger than me, making her 29. The article mentioned her marriage to a guy named Tyler. A real charmer. You know what I mean.

2.2.1.1.2. Then she went to high school, and it's always about something. New clothes, concert tickets, wearables for teenagers. I didn't care. Older child, right? But the point is, she never stopped talking. After college, you got your own job at a marketing agency.

The requests kept getting bigger and bigger. Mina, the earlier version at that store. Mina, my friends, and I want to try a new restaurant. Mina, Tyler, and I barely made it to the counter at that first one. My practical side was this: paying the mortgage, paying my parents' utilities, sending them consumer loans, Emma and Tyler's pensions, and whatever else Emma came up with.

Basically, I was supporting four people plus myself. But the thing is, I was able to afford it. The job paid well. Don't go back to the kids. Don't go back to the many dates. What did he come for, get them? Then, about three months ago, problems started in our neighborhood. Break-ins, thefts, the whole mess. I called Safeguard Security.

A friend recommended this company to me. The man who came was very unavailable. "Do you just want basic services or the full package?" he asked. "What's the full package?" Cameras around the property. Motion sensor. Cameras under significant surveillance. Everything is uploaded to the cloud. You can watch live from your phone.

Get the job done. I'll say: better safe than sorry. Everything's on the device. Eight cameras inside and outside. The app within the research app is extremely accurate in every corner of the house. It's pretty cool, you can talk. I could check if the garage door was open or when packages were being delivered. I didn't tell my family. Not because of the incident, it just didn't show up.

I don't get paid very often. And if you've already been there, who talks about security cameras? For two weeks after the installations, which are powered on Tuesday. I've been threatening something, until the next one. Nothing out of the ordinary, I just had the feeling someone was there. You know what I mean? Like the smell was different or something.

My coffee mug wasn't where the coffee machine was on the counter anymore. The pillows on the solution seemed to be shifted. Small things that were there made me hesitate for a moment. Paranoid, I told myself. Too many true crime podcasts. But to a friend. I've been around the house twice, checked the windows and the back door. Everything should be fine.

I did that, watched some Netflix, and went to bed. A few days passed, everything as usual. There were a lot of quarterly breaks at work, so most evenings I stayed up late and came home exhausted. The strange, friendly Tuesday disappeared. Then the next solution at the company office. Three weeks after that strange Tuesday, at a fancy company, without a formal stay.

I remembered that silver handbag I bought about a year ago. I spent way too much money on it. It's one of those designer handbags, but it should be on display and you can just have it. I only used it once, at my cousin's wedding. I went to the closet where I kept my handbag on the shelf. It wasn't there.

Okay, maybe I moved it, I thought. I took everything out of that closet, checked the closet in the guest room, the closet in the hallway, under inspection, in the closet where they were checking a few boxes of old things. Nothing. I searched like crazy. It was Friday night. The party was in full swing. I called Emma. "Hey, can I ever unplug you that..."

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