The second was that it had not malfunctioned.
It had been manually disconnected.
The living room camera remained active.
I began with the previous morning.
At 8:12 a.m., my mother entered the frame wearing a linen travel suit and sunglasses. Chloe followed, carrying a suitcase. Mark came behind her with two more bags.
Maya stood near the sofa holding Liam.
Even through the small screen, I could see how carefully she moved.
My mother said something. The camera had audio, but the television was on, and the words were difficult to hear.
I increased the volume.
“You have food in the pantry,” Eleanor said.
“There are two packets of noodles,” Maya replied. “And crackers.”
“You said you didn’t have an appetite.”
“I said I felt nauseated.”
“Then noodles are perfect.”
Chloe walked through the room holding a white garment bag.
“Mom, we’re going to miss the car.”
Maya shifted Liam to her other arm.
