My heart pounded as I stood there in silence, counting the minutes as ten passed, then twenty, and when he finally returned, I rushed back to bed and pretended to be asleep, but something inside me had already begun to break.

Two days later, I remembered the security system Logan had installed when we moved in, with cameras at the entrance, the garage, and the upstairs hallway. I had never checked them before, but that night I waited until everyone was asleep and opened the app on his phone.

I reviewed the footage carefully, starting with the outside cameras, which showed nothing unusual, then I opened the hallway recording from 2:07 a.m., and my heart began to race as I watched Logan walk out of our room, look around cautiously, and enter Evelyn’s room.

The door did not close completely, and through the small gap the camera captured something I never expected.

Inside the room, there was another man, around sixty years old, tall with gray hair, sitting across from Evelyn as if he belonged there, yet I had never seen him before.