The same evening, Heather and Sam sat together in tense silence as they watched the security footage on the laptop. As the scenes unfolded, Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief. There was Jackie, prowling around their bedroom, sniffing his cologne, stroking Heather’s jewelry. He shook his head as he saw her slip on Heather’s silk robe and admired herself in the mirror.
“I…I don’t understand. Why is she doing this?” Sam said, clearly disturbed. Heather gripped his hand tightly. “I told you she was obsessed. But I never imagined it would be this creepy,” she replied. They continued watching, captivated by the bizarre scenes.