was when I stopped believing this was just a misunderstanding.
Even now, months later, the feeling has not fully left. I still check ceilings when I enter a
room. I unplug clocks, examine vents, and cover anything that looks out of place. Mara jokes that I have become paranoid, but she does the same thing herself. We do not book Airbnbs anymore.
Sometimes I still wonder whether part of it could have been explained away. What if it really had been some kind of transmitter? What if fear
