I didn’t realize I was shaking until I tried to hold my phone still.
The screen blurred once, then twice, my grip tightening like that alone could steady everything unraveling inside me. The words from the monitor log were still echoing in my head – manual override authorized, and they wouldn’t stop repeating, like my mind had latched onto them and refused to let go.
“They were allowed to.”
Allowed.
Not hidden. Not forced. Not hacked.
Approved.
My chest tightened, sharp and painful, and I sucked in a breath that didn’t quite fill my lungs. The hallway outside the monitoring room felt colder now, quieter, like it knew something I didn’t.
Or maybe like it was waiting for me to catch up.
“Jane.”
The security guard’s voice pulled me back just enough to focus.
“You shouldn’t stay here
