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I WOKE UP AROUND NINE-thirty the next morning and noticed that Mom was still sleeping.
“She must be coming down with something,” I said to Nathan, who I’d found outside sweeping up pieces of the broken video equipment.
He shrugged. “Could be the fresh air? It might be making her sleep better?”
“Maybe. So, did you hear anything from Duncan yet?”
“Yeah, he said his cameras were fine and there didn’t appear to be anything unusual going on in any of the videos.”
“That’s good, I guess.” I looked up toward my balcony. “I had a hard time sleeping last night. I felt like something was watching me again.”
He laughed. “Probably me. I checked up on you a couple of times and you were snoring away.”
I frowned. “I do not snore.”
“How in the hell do you know?”
“Because you don’t and we’re tw
