By the time this second message arrived, we were already halfway to a motel. We had no intention of going back.
“I still don’t like it,” Namira said, arms folded in the passenger seat. “Even if it was for an old lady, he should’ve told us. That’s violating.”
Still, the thought of turning around and sleeping under that ceiling light—even if we knew the full story—was too much. We checked into a basic motel for the night. It wasn’t fancy, but it felt safe.
The True Story Behind the Camera
The next morning brought another message from Marten. This one was far more personal and painful, and it completely changed my perspective.
“I’m so sorry,” he wrote. “My mom’s name was Mila. She had dementia. The camera helped us make sure she didn’t leave the stove on or get confused at night. I didn’t mean to spy. I didn’t even realize someone had booked the place. My sister handles the account now and she didn’t tell me.”Continue reading…