car and drove off as fast as we could.
Neither of us
said much until we reached the main road. Only then did Mara ask the question that had already taken hold of both of us: had someone been watching us?
We kept driving until we found a diner in another town and stopped there under the buzzing light of its old sign. Inside, I opened my laptop and logged into Airbnb, my hands still shaking. I wrote a message explaining that we had found a hidden camera
