You catch him in the act
You’re sneaking out late. You Glance at his house. His garage is cracked open—he’s inside, loading weapons into a duffel bag. No mask. No rush. Like it’s normal.
He looks up. Catches her eyes.
Doesn’t panic. Just walks over.
“You saw something?”
You hesitates.
“No.”
He smiles. “Good. Keep it that way.”