Every night, my husband chose to sleep in our daughter’s room — so I hid
I watched the footage with a sense of dread, my heart thundering in my chest. The room was dimly lit, a soft nightlight casting gentle shadows across the walls. Emma lay in her bed, small and fragile, her chest rising and falling in the even rhythm of sleep. Everything seemed peaceful at first, but that…
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