recording.

I stepped outside before she could plug anything in.

Monica jumped when she saw me.

“Eleanor!”

“Back again?”

She looked at the cable in her hand.

Then at my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Recording you.”

Her face tightened.

“Turn that off.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You’re standing on my property after midnight with your charging cable beside continue reading …