The Dashcam Footage I Was Afraid to Watch
Mike always turns on his dashcam.
Insurance reasons.
One night, after everyone was asleep, I took the memory card.
My hands shook the whole time.
I told myself I was being paranoid.
I hoped the footage would prove I was wrong.
At first, it looked normal.
Streetlights sliding across the windshield.
Empty roads.
Then I noticed something.
They didn’t go anywhere near the gas station.
The car turned onto a side street lined with old brick buildings.
Mike parked.
He got out.
Opened the passenger door.
Vivian stepped into view.
They walked toward a building just at the edge of the frame.
I paused the video.
The sign showed a silhouetted figure — feminine, arched, arms raised.
Vivian went inside alone.
Mike waited.
Twenty minutes.
Then thirty.
I sat frozen at the table.
Nothing in the footage looked illegal.
But nothing about it felt right.
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