At 9:30 sharp I locked the door, checked it twice, and walked down the stairs like always.
But this time my phone sat heavy in my coat pocket.
At the community center I tried to focus on yarn patterns and cheerful conversation.
But my thoughts kept drifting back to my apartment.
At 11:47 my phone vibrated.
A notification.
Motion detected.
My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the app.
The camera feed appeared.
At first the hallway outside my door was empty.