Calla POV
The Alderton house is beautiful, and it is absolutely watched.
I count the cameras over the first three days. Seven visible ones — entry points, hallways, the garage — and two I only find because I'm looking for them: the one above the east wing entrance and the one tucked against the study door molding that I clocked on day one. I have no way of knowing how many I haven't found, and that uncertainty sits in the back of my skull like a low-grade headache that won't resolve.
The beauty is easier to catalogue. The house was built in the nineteen-forties and renovated twice since — once in the nineties, once three years ago when Rhys took ownership from his father's estate. The renovation is careful and expensive, the kind that preserves original bones while making everything fun
