The door was closed.
The movement inside stopped.
I opened the door slowly.
Mia was still asleep.
The mattress looked completely normal.
But something didn’t feel right.
I crouched beside the bed and lifted the blanket slightly to inspect the mattress surface. Nothing unusual. The fabric was smooth and flat.
Then I remembered the camera’s angle.
It wasn’t aimed directly at the top of the mattress.
It was pointed toward the side.
Slowly my eyes moved toward the lower edge of the bed frame.
That was when I saw it.
The mattress wasn’t sitting evenly anymore.
One corner had shifted upward.
As if something beneath it had become wedged between the mattress and the wooden slats.
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