He had been upstairs alone for nearly twenty minutes.
The officer nodded slowly.
“We’ll be contacting that company immediately.”
Later that night, after Mia had fallen asleep beside me on the couch, I stared at the device the police had photographed.
The mattress had felt “tight” because the hidden equipment was pressing upward beneath it.
And the movement I saw on the camera hadn’t been anything supernatural.
It was the small mechanical motor inside the device activating its recording function.
Which meant something far worse than a broken bed had been happening inside my daughter’s room.
And if she hadn’t complained that the bed felt tight…
I might never have checked the camera at 2:00 a.m
