One morning she asked a question that made my blood run cold:
“Mom… did you come into my room last night?”
I crouched down and looked her in the eyes.
“No. Why?”
Emily hesitated.
“Because… it felt like someone was lying next to me.”
I forced a laugh and kept my voice calm.
“You must have been dreaming. Mom slept with Dad all night.”
But from that moment on, I stopped sleeping peacefully.
The decision to install a camera
At first, I thought Emily was having nightmares.
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