You never expect the worst betrayal in your life to arrive through a grainy phone screen at 1:42 on a Wednesday afternoon.
You tell yourself the camera is for practical reasons. Your wife has been exhausted since the emergency C-section. Your newborn son has started waking from his naps crying in a way that makes no sense. You are a man who solves problems for a living, so you do what makes sense to you. You install a camera above the dresser in the nursery and convince yourself that if you can study the pattern, you can fix it.
That is the lie that carries you right up until the moment you open the live feed from your office and hear your mother’s voice.
