My Parents Sold What Was Mine and Told Me to Obey. The Next Day, Mom Was Crying on the Phone: “The Police Are Here.”

angled perfectly to catch license plates.

I connected them all to a cloud server and set up alerts on my phone. I tested it—walked in front of the birdhouse, and three seconds later, my phone buzzed with a crystal-clear image of me looking worried and tired.

I sat on the floor surrounded by drill bits and sawdust, feeling safer but incredibly sad. I continue reading …