Maeve removes the card and pockets it, like a souvenir she can take home. She plugs another one in. There are a million little files, all numbered, no names, and she sets them up to play through. The first few groups show a different High Water: full sun, leaves on the trees, people she doesn’t know. A lecture, maybe, or a tour, outdoors in summer. The season changes. She’s waiting to see the clip of Dan out in the snow, the one where he loses his temper and takes the camera from Justin’s hands—but it’s missing. Justin must have deleted that one, scrubbed it clean. She scrolls and tries again, scrolls and stops cold.

More and more, what she sees is Anna. It’s like he tried to capture her in her worst moments, Maeve thinks. The ugliest angles, bad light, her face red with cold.

“Girl, he sure hated you,” she murmurs aloud. She can almost feel Justin’s resentment in the clips. Once, he accidentally captures Dan walking into the moment, reaching out to prod teasingly at Anna’s shoulder, to bug her, then suddenly taking her hand. He must have thought they were alone. The clip cuts off.

When she pulls out the card this time, a row of thumbnails pops up. Maeve realizes there are files temporarily saved to the camera itself. Scrolling back, she sees Anna again and hits Play.

Time-stamped only a few days ago: Anna, viewed through the slim crack of a doorway, left just barely ajar. She is in some kind of storeroom, Maeve thinks. The camera pans to the floor and up again, struggles to focus. A low murmur, a man’s voice: she wasn’t alone, someone was with her. Dan.

Maeve suddenly recognizes the basement hall.

It’s not Justin behind the camera. These are Sadie’s files.

The room comes back into view, zoomed closer now: Dan with Anna’s hair taut in his hands, her throat arching. One hand moving over her mouth, then her eyes. Using his hold to direct how she can move. Folding her over a table.

For just a moment, Dan turns, and it’s almost like he’s looking into the camera. Then he turns away. Maeve rewinds, watches again.

Did Dan guess that Sadie was secretly filming them? Did Karo? They all had their twisted loyalties before she ever arrived.

A new thumbnail, and the image changes.

She leans closer. It’s not Anna on-screen anymore, but Maeve.

Maeve in her room. When she thought she was alone. She watches herself cross from the bed to the window, rummage through a bag. Stand and pull her T-shirt off over her head; turn to the mirror, sweep a hand down along her own breasts, her waist. Examining her body before her morning warm-up.

A sudden cold feeling in her chest. Alone in the common room, Maeve looks over her shoulder despite herself.