Instead, I grab my laptop. Open it.
Maybe work will distract me.
I pull up the security footage from the compound. Start scrolling through the feeds.
Not looking for anything specific. Just watching.
The front gate. The gardens. The driveway.
Normal activity. Guards patrolling. Staff moving between buildings.
Nothing unusual.
I switch to the interior cameras.
The kitchen. The living room. The hallways.
Empty. Quiet.
Then I pull up the feed for Bruno's hallway.
My finger hovers over the timestamp. The time I was there.
I could watch it. See what really happened.
Confirm that I was wrong.
Or prove that I wasn't.
My heart pounds.
Do I want to know?
What if I was right? What if Bruno can walk?
What would that mean?
Why would he hide it?
I close the laptop. Shove it away.
No. I'm not doing this.
I'm not spying on my brother.
If he's hiding something, he has his reasons.
And if I was wrong, then there's nothing to see anyway.
I stand. Walk back to the boxes.
Start packing again. Forcing myself to focus.
One sweater at a time. One cable. One hard drive.
Mechanical movements. Mindless tasks.
Anything to stop thinking about Bruno.
