I didn’t realize anything was wrong…
until I started noticing things moving.
At first, it was small.
So small I convinced myself I was imagining it.
A bathroom cabinet I was sure I had closed… slightly open.
My toothbrush facing the wrong direction.
The mirror shelf—not wide open—but just… not the way I left it.
Then things started going missing.
A shirt.
A pair of underwear.
Nothing expensive. Nothing obvious.
Just… personal things.
I told myself I was being forgetful.