I only bought the camera to watch the cat eat. One slow Tuesday afternoon I opened the app and saw a woman I had never met walking through my living room.

From a hotel room three time zones away, I flicked our living room lights on and off just to make him laugh. He didn't laugh. He called me screaming.

He swore he never left the couch all day. His phone had been keeping its own quiet record, and the numbers did not match the man telling the story.

He swore his earbuds were lost in a coworker's backseat. I opened one app to help him find them. They were sitting somewhere they had no reason to be.

He swore he never left the house that night. The little app on my phone remembered a different story, down to the minute.

He swore he was pulling a double shift at the hospital. A glowing little notification on the family TV told a different story.