✽ Jason ✽
The camera feed filled my laptop screen in a clean, steady frame. Mandy’s living room sat in soft light, her couch centered, the door to the hallway at the edge, and the small table near the window. The lens was hidden inside her cheap digital clock, angled through a vent slot that looked like part of the plastic design. She never questioned it. She never touched it. She lived around it like it was harmless. I watched her move across the room with a mug in her hand, shoulders loose for the first time in days. Her phone lay face down on the couch cushion beside her, silent now that David’s name had been erased from her life. Earlier, I had seen her hesitate with her phone in hand. It was obvious she was trying to figure it out. To figure out why David had ghosted her. But then sh
