Back at the house, I prepared a simple dinner, and we ate on the deck, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. It was almost too easy, the way he fell into the routine, utterly unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

After dinner, I suggested we watch some old home movies, a trip down memory lane. He agreed, settling into the couch with a contented sigh. I inserted a USB drive into the TV, and the screen flickered to life.

But instead of happy memories, the footage from the security cameras played. Luke’s smile faltered, confusion clouding his features as he watched himself with Sarah, laughing, touching, betraying. The color drained from his face as realization dawned.

“What’s this?” he stammered, turning to me, panic in his eyes.