At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

shots of the room, close shots of the built-in shelving, angled shots of the kitchen counters and appliances.

He sent them to someone. I could see the messages pop across the top of his phone screen in the feed. Three images at a time, no commentary, just photos.

Then he spoke to himself. The microphone on my camera picked up every word.

He said, “She continue reading …