The next few recordings didn’t show anything overtly alarming, but it was the subtleties—the lingering in Jackie’s steps, the furtive glances she threw when she thought no one was watching—that kept Heather’s suspicions alive. It wasn’t just the way Jackie looked at the photos anymore; it was the way she paused at Heather’s desk, the way her eyes scanned the room, the light touch of her fingers on personal items that had no reason to be moved.
Heather watched the secret videos feeling more and more worried. Every little odd thing Jackie did added up, making Heather feel like she had to talk to her. But how could she? Jackie hadn’t really done anything wrong. All Heather had was a bad feeling that wouldn’t go away. Then, a few days later, something happened that gave Heather real proof.