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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.

The girls brightened instantly.

“We’re in Mommy’s room!” Emily shouted happily.

The footsteps above froze.

For one long moment, nothing moved.

Then—

slowly—

the basement door creaked shut upstairs.