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I simply installed a camera.
A small, discreet camera in the corner of Emily’s bedroom ceiling. Not to spy on my child, but to reassure myself.
The bed was clear.
No clutter.
Nothing taking up space.
I exhaled in relief.
Until 2 a.m.
2 A.M. — The Moment I Will Never Forget
I woke up thirsty.
As I walked past the living room, I casually opened the camera feed on my phone—just to make sure everything was fine.
And then…
I froze.
On the screen, Emily’s bedroom door slowly opened.
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