HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

within ten minutes. Every word saved. Every glance timestamped.

For three weeks, the loons came back. The coffee stayed hot. I thought it was over.

Then on a Thursday afternoon, I was sitting in a Duluth waiting room under flat fluorescent light when my phone buzzed.

Camera 2. Motion inside.

I opened the feed.

Gareth was standing in my living room. He was continue reading …