“I am saying we need to gather information,” he replied carefully. “Install hidden cameras in common areas immediately. Monitor interactions in the mornings and evenings.”
I felt as though the air had thinned.
“She completely trusts your mother-in-law,” he added. “That is significant.”
When we returned to the waiting area, Margaret was rocking Olivia gently, humming an old lullaby.
Michael sat several chairs away, scrolling through his phone.
That night, after Michael went to shower, I ordered three discreet cameras online for same-day pickup.
I installed them with shaking hands in the living room, the dining area, and the hallway leading to Olivia’s nursery.
The next day at work, during my lunch break, I locked myself in a small conference room and opened the live feed on my phone.
At first, everything looked normal.
Margaret sat on the couch, feeding Olivia with slow, careful movements.
She spoke softly.
Olivia appeared calm.
Then the front door opened earlier than usual.
Michael stepped inside.
He had told me he had meetings all afternoon.
I watched as Margaret’s posture stiffened slightly.
She stood, adjusting Olivia against her shoulder.
Michael approached them with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.
I leaned closer to the screen.
And then I saw it.
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