I found an old Wi-Fi camera we once used as a baby monitor.
My hands shook as I hid it in the corner.
That night, when they went back into the garage, I opened the app.
Jason rolled back the rug.
Under it was a hidden door.
My stomach dropped.
He lifted it, revealing narrow stairs leading underground. He told Lizzie to wait and disappeared below. When he returned, he carried a flat package wrapped in brown paper and turned the radio up louder.
Inside were yarn, knitting needles, and a small pink sweater.
Across the front, in crooked letters:
“I have the best mom in the world.”
I covered my mouth.
They sat together for nearly an hour—knitting, laughing, fixing mistakes. Jason knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t new to him.
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