It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Chapter Five
Atlas
“It was definitely targeted,” Brad says, staring at the graffiti.
Whoever vandalized Bib’s two nights ago decided to hit up my newest
restaurant last night. Corrigan’s has two damaged windows, and there’s
another message spray painted across the back door.
Fuck u Atlass.
They added an s and underlined ass in my name. I catch myself wanting to
laugh at the cleverness, but my mood isn’t making space for humor this
morning.
Yesterday, the vandalism barely fazed me. I don’t know if it was because I
had just run into Lily and was still riding that high, but this morning I woke
up stuck on her apparent avoidance of me. Because of that, the damage to my
newest restaurant feels like it’s cutting a little deeper.
“I’ll check the security footage.” I’m hoping it reveals something useful. I
still don’t know if I want to go to the police. Maybe if it’s someone I know, I
can at least confront them before I’m forced to resort to that.
Brad follows me into my office. I power on the computer and open the
security app. I think Brad can feel my frustration, because he doesn’t speak
while I search the footage for several minutes.
“There,” Brad says, pointing to the lower left-hand corner of the screen. I
slow down the footage until we see a figure.
When I hit play, we both stare in confusion. Someone is curled up on the
back steps, unmoving. We watch the screen for about half a minute, until I hit
rewind again. According to the time stamp on the footage, the person remains
on the steps for over two hours. Without a blanket, in a Boston October.
“They slept here?” Brad says. “They weren’t too worried about getting
caught, were they?”
I rewind the footage even more until it shows the person walking into the
frame for the first time, a little after one in the morning. Because it’s dark, it’s