Months earlier, after tools had disappeared from his garage, he had installed a camera facing the front entrance and the living room.
He had given Delaney access while they were together.
He had never thought to remove her.
He scrolled through the recordings until he found the afternoon of the donation pickup.
“There,” he said.
The video showed me entering his house with the cardboard box.
Then it showed Delaney walking through the door.
She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and carrying her car keys.
She looked at Caleb and smiled.
“Thanks for keeping everything here, babe. Willa’s school would be lost without you.”
My hand flew to my mouth.
There was no ambiguity.
No secret meeting.
No hidden romance.
The video showed exactly what had happened.
We watched the recording again.
Then Caleb’s expression changed.
“There’s more.”
He opened a different file.
It showed Delaney returning alone to his house several days later. She had asked him to retrieve a handbag she had left behind.
