The following day, while at the office, I retreated to a private meeting room during my lunch break and pulled up the live video feed on my phone.
At the start, the scene looked entirely ordinary.
Margaret was being gentle while feeding Olivia. The baby appeared content and safe.
Then, the front door swung open much earlier than I expected.
Michael walked into the house—even though he had explicitly told me he would be tied up in meetings for the rest of the afternoon.
I watched as Margaret’s posture went bone-straight.
Michael flashed a smile… but the warmth never reached his eyes.
As he reached out his arms to take Olivia, I leaned closer to the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs—
Because I knew that in the next few seconds, I was finally going to see the truth.
