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At first, I thought it was a journal.

Then I realized what I was reading.

Schedules.

Detailed notes.

About me.

January 12:
She smiled at the girls today. Rebecca would’ve liked that.

February 3:
Grace called her “Mom” by accident. She cried afterward in the bathroom where she thought nobody heard her.

March 18:
Maybe she’s finally ready.

I stopped breathing.

Ready for what?

The girls stood quietly behind me watching my face.

Then Grace pointed toward the far wall.

“Daddy talks to Mommy down here every night.”

I slowly turned.

And that’s when I saw the video camera.

Mounted in the corner.

Facing the chair.

My blood ran cold.

Every instinct screamed at me to grab the girls and run.

Then suddenly—

I heard the front door upstairs slam shut.

Daniel.

Home early.

Heavy footsteps crossed the kitchen overhead.

Then stopped completely.

Silence.

A terrible silence.

“Girls?” he called calmly.