Tara

The soft hum of the bathroom fan fills the air as Tara stands under the warm stream of the shower, letting the day’s stress wash away. But as she reaches for her robe, a glint under the sink catches her eye. Her serene expression falters, replaced by a flicker of confusion. She leans in closer, her heart pounding. There, hudden in the shadows, is a tiny, almost invisible device—a hidden camera. The realization hits her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling exposed and violated. Her mind races with a mix of disbelief and fear. She wraps her towel tighter around herself, as if it could shield her from the intrusive gaze. With trembling hands, she grabs her phone to call her best friend, seeking comfort and guidance in the face of this chilling invasion of her privacy.