Three weeks after my husband convinced me to turn our house into a smart home, I got an alert at work: “Front door unlocked with a valid code. Person not recognized.” A strange woman walked inside. Then my husband—who was supposed to be 40 minutes away—appeared on camera too.
The alert lit up my phone at 2:14 in the afternoon, right in the middle of a spreadsheet I didn’t care about.
I read it three times before it sank in.
“Front door unlocked with a valid code. Person not recognized.”
Emmett was supposed to be at work.
Nobody else had a code to access our home.
“Person not recognized.”
We’d only owned the house six months.
Until that moment, I’d thought the whole smart system was a waste of money.
“You’ll thank me one day,” Emmett had said when he installed it. “Cameras, sensors, individual codes. This house will practically watch itself.”
“We’ve survived this long turning our own lights on,” I’d told him.
I’d thought the whole smart system was a waste of money.
He’d just smiled and kept mounting the little camera above the door.
Now I sat frozen at my desk, thumb hovering over the security app.
I opened the live feed before I could talk myself out of it.
A woman stood in my living room.
She looked to be in her early forties, calm, unhurried. She wasn’t creeping around.
She moved like she was an invited guest.
She wasn’t creeping around.
She opened the hall closet first.
Immediately, she reached for my pink parka and started going through the pockets.
“Who are you?” I whispered to the screen. “And what are you looking for?”
Then she walked toward the attic stairs and disappeared.
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