Taking a deep breath, I dialed the local authorities. I hated to do it, but this had gone too far. As I explained the situation, the officer on the line assured me they would send someone to check it out. I hung up, trying to focus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the live feed.

My phone buzzed again—this time, it was Mark, my boyfriend. He’d been supportive through the whole ordeal, always encouraging me to stand my ground. I answered and filled him in on the latest development. “Oh, Tessa,” he sighed. “I can’t believe they’re doing this.”