She looked unsure.
And that’s when it got worse for her.
Because as she turned, pacing, muttering under her breath—
My phone buzzed.
Motion alert.
Living room camera.
I opened the app.
And felt my stomach drop.
There she was.
Earlier that day.
Alone.
Opening the cabinet where I kept my mom’s jewelry.
And slipping it into her purse.
I looked up slowly.
“Tracy,” I said.
She stopped.
“You might want to put that back.”
Her face went completely white.
“What are you talking about?” she whispered.
I turned my phone around.
Pressed play.
And let the video speak for itself.
