My eight-year-old daughter used to sleep alone, but every morning she would complain that her bed was “too small.” When I checked the camera feed at 2:13 AM, I saw my husband walking into her room… and I broke down without making a sound. Emily wasn’t having nightmares. She wasn’t making it up. Someone was lying down next to her every single night. And the worst part was discovering that the person carried my last name.
“Forgive me… I couldn’t save her either.” The sentence hung in the darkness like a knife. I kept staring at my phone screen, my hands shaking so violently I could barely hold it. Save her? Save who? Daniel bowed his head next to Emily and began to cry harder, though he was still trying to…
