Marcy nodded. "If you're okay with that."
Inside, Belle gestured toward the couch and Marcy sat, pulling her phone from her pocket. She opened the video and passed it over. The footage wasn't long, a minute, maybe two. The quality was shaky, but the audio was clear. Belle watched herself in third person. Watched the stiffness in her shoulders. The way she kept her hands visible. The way Braxton stepped too close. The condescension in Miller's voice when he asked if she lived alone.
She didn't realize how composed she had seemed. On the inside, she was shaking.
"Can you send it to me?" she asked when it ended.
Marcy nodded. "Already did. It's in your inbox."
Belle's chest tightened. Not from fear, but something close to resolve. "Thank you," she said genuinely. "Not everyone would have done that."
Marcy leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. "I can't imagine what it feels like to have to prove you belong somewhere you already live. But I can be the kind of neighbor who doesn't pretend it didn't happen."
That landed softly in a way Belle didn't expect.