Mom, Jeff keeps coming into my room at night, and—”

“Oh, honey,” she cut me off, not even looking up. “Jeff loves you like you’re his own daughter.”

“But the camera… it’s pointing at my window.”

She finally turned, her face a mask of annoyance, not concern. “Stop being so dramatic. Jeff manages security for his business; he knows what he’s doing. He’s just protecting you from that creep next door.”