But her curtain was moving.
There was no wind.
Not even the slightest breeze.
I stood in the doorway watching the curtain sway, and right then I made a decision.
The next morning, I bought a camera.
I placed it on Ellie’s bookshelf between her stuffed giraffe and a stack of board books—small enough that a five-year-old who names blankets wouldn’t notice it. I angled it directly toward the window.
I didn’t tell Ellie.
I told myself it was just for peace of mind. That I’d watch a few nights of empty footage and calm down.
That night I went to bed at 10:05 with my phone beside my pillow, the camera app open and the screen dimmed.
At 2:13 a.m., the phone buzzed.
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