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“She said, ‘It’s not the cameras, dear. It’s that we forgot how to just talk to each other.’” He paused. “Then she gave us zucchini bread.”

Then Mrs. Gable from next door knocked on the door. She was a kind, bird-like woman who brought over zucchini bread every August. Her face was not kind today. It was pinched and pale. Village girl bathing hidden cam

The Hearthstone system arrived in a sleek, white box that weighed almost nothing. When Laura first held it, she was struck by the irony: a device capable of watching everything weighed less than a paperback novel. She’d ordered it after the break-in on Maple Street, two blocks over. The news showed a kicked-in door, a family’s heirlooms scattered like fallen leaves. Her husband, Mark, was less concerned, but Laura couldn’t shake the feeling that their quiet cul-de-sac was just a softer target waiting to be hit. “She said, ‘It’s not the cameras, dear

She thought of the raccoon. She thought of her mother’s sad song. She thought of Jeremy, who she later learned had been diagnosed with autism and found the blinking red light of the doorbell camera soothing to look at. She thought of Mrs. Gable, now avoiding her gaze. Gable from next door knocked on the door

“I’m not saying we’ll never get another one,” Laura said, sitting next to him. “But if we do, it’s one. And it points only at the door. And we turn it off when we’re home.”

“We’ve become the neighborhood watch from hell,” Laura whispered.

She packed all the pieces into the original sleek white box, printed out the return label, and drove it to the UPS store. On the way back, she saw Mark sitting on the front porch. He wasn’t on his phone. He was just sitting, watching the actual street with his actual eyes. A kid on a bike rode by – Jeremy. He waved. Mark waved back, a small, awkward gesture.