The next day, I barely spoke to Richard.
He noticed my unusual silence, but I avoided his questions.
That evening, I made a decision.
I wouldn’t sleep.
I would watch the hallway and find out exactly what was happening.
Shortly after midnight, Richard’s bedroom door opened.
I watched him walk toward Emily’s room, holding his phone.
He stepped inside and pulled the door almost completely shut.
I waited a few seconds.
Then I silently approached.
The hallway was dark.
Through the narrow opening, I could see part of Emily’s bed.
Richard was standing beside her.
My stomach twisted.
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He leaned forward, looking closely at something near her pillow.
Then he knelt beside the mattress and raised his phone.
I couldn’t clearly see what was on the screen.
For several seconds, he remained motionless.