I stared at my phone, unable to process what I was seeing.
The only thought running through my head was: How long?
How long had he been able to do this?
How many times had I lifted heavy groceries into the car while he sat in the chair? How many times had I rushed home early because he said he needed help? How many decisions had our entire family made based on what Jake supposedly couldn’t do?
Then the bedroom camera detected movement again.
A woman walked into the room.
I didn’t recognize her. Her hair was tied back, and she carried a large tote bag. She moved through the house as if she had been there before.
I turned the sound on.
Jake walked toward her—walked—and they smiled at each other.
