The hotel was modest.<\/p>\n
It had a small reception area, a narrow hallway, and a room with two beds.<\/p>\n
Nothing special.<\/p>\n
But the door locked.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
I carried our suitcase inside and placed it beside the bed.<\/p>\n
Daisy sat on the mattress with her stuffed bunny.<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
I took off my coat and checked her head again.<\/p>\n
The red marks were still there.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to touch them too much.<\/p>\n
She watched my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes my hair come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt takes time.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down at Bunny.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill Grandma cut it again?\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said it firmly.<\/p>\n
Not because I knew what the future would bring.<\/p>\n
Because I needed my daughter to believe that I could protect her.<\/p>\n
I ordered something simple for dinner.<\/p>\n
Daisy barely ate.<\/p>\n
She picked at the food and asked whether we could go home.<\/p>\n
I told her we would find a safe place.<\/p>\n
She didn't ask again.<\/p>\n
After dinner, I helped her change into clean pajamas.<\/p>\n
I brushed her teeth.<\/p>\n
Then I tucked her into bed.<\/p>\n
She held my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't go away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside her until her breathing became slow and even.<\/p>\n
The room was quiet.<\/p>\n
The heating system made a soft clicking sound.<\/p>\n
Outside, cars moved along the road.<\/p>\n
I looked at the suitcase.<\/p>\n
Then at the stuffed bunny beside Daisy.<\/p>\n
My lip was swollen.<\/p>\n
My cheek hurt.<\/p>\n
But the worst feeling wasn't physical.<\/p>\n
It was the realization that the people I had trusted had been willing to hurt my child.<\/p>\n
And my husband had defended them without asking a single question.<\/p>\n
I took out my phone.<\/p>\n
There were no new messages.<\/p>\n
I opened the photograph gallery.<\/p>\n
I found a picture of Daisy from the previous month.<\/p>\n
She was sitting on the living room carpet, holding a toy.<\/p>\n
Her hair was tied into two small ponytails.<\/p>\n
I stared at the picture for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then I put the phone down.<\/p>\n
I needed to think.<\/p>\n
That was when I remembered the camera.<\/p>\n
At first, the memory came back in pieces.<\/p>\n
A small black device.<\/p>\n
A row of books.<\/p>\n
An application on my phone.<\/p>\n
Almost two years earlier, Mitchell and I had discussed hiring a nanny.<\/p>\n
We both worked long hours, and we wanted to make sure Daisy was being cared for properly.<\/p>\n
I had installed a small camera in the living room.<\/p>\n
It was positioned behind a row of books.<\/p>\n
The device was meant to let us check on the room when we weren't home.<\/p>\n
I remembered testing it.<\/p>\n
I remembered checking the picture on my phone.<\/p>\n
Then, after our childcare arrangements changed, I had almost forgotten it existed.<\/p>\n
Almost two years.<\/p>\n
I sat up straighter.<\/p>\n
Could it still be working?<\/p>\n
I opened the camera application.<\/p>\n
The login screen appeared.<\/p>\n
I entered my details.<\/p>\n
For a moment, nothing happened.<\/p>\n
Then the familiar interface loaded.<\/p>\n
I could see the device name.<\/p>\n
Living Room.<\/p>\n
My fingers went cold.<\/p>\n
I tapped the recording section.<\/p>\n
A calendar appeared.<\/p>\n
I selected the day I had returned from Kansas City.<\/p>\n
There were several recorded clips.<\/p>\n
I didn't know whether the camera had captured everything.<\/p>\n
I didn't even know whether the recordings were complete.<\/p>\n
But I had to look.<\/p>\n
I lowered the volume on my phone.<\/p>\n
Daisy was sleeping.<\/p>\n
I opened the first available recording.<\/p>\n
The picture was slightly grainy.<\/p>\n
The camera showed the living room from its position behind the books.<\/p>\n
The couch was visible.<\/p>\n
So was the dining area.<\/p>\n
I recognized the furniture immediately.<\/p>\n
I recognized the curtains.<\/p>\n
I recognized the corner where Daisy usually played.<\/p>\n
I moved the recording forward.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
I could see Beatrice.<\/p>\n
She was moving around the living room.<\/p>\n
Brenda appeared a little later.<\/p>\n
Raymond crossed the room.<\/p>\n
I stopped the recording.<\/p>\n
I wasn't ready.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daisy.<\/p>\n
She was still asleep.<\/p>\n
Her little hand rested on Bunny's ear.<\/p>\n
I returned to the application.<\/p>\n
There was something strange about seeing the apartment from that angle.<\/p>\n
I had lived there.<\/p>\n
I knew the sounds.<\/p>\n
I knew where everyone usually sat.<\/p>\n
I knew which cabinet made a noise when it closed.<\/p>\n
But through the camera, the room looked different.<\/p>\n
It looked like a place I had been watching without realizing how much I had missed.<\/p>\n
I opened another clip.<\/p>\n
This time, I moved the recording closer to the afternoon.<\/p>\n
I watched the living room.<\/p>\n
I watched the people entering and leaving.<\/p>\n
I tried to remember what I had been doing at those exact times.<\/p>\n
I had been at the conference.<\/p>\n
I had been sitting through meetings.<\/p>\n
I had been checking financial reports.<\/p>\n
I had been calling home to ask whether Daisy had eaten.<\/p>\n
I had believed everything was normal.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
I paused it again.<\/p>\n
My fingers were trembling.<\/p>\n
I thought about the missing bracelet.<\/p>\n
Beatrice had been very certain about her accusation.<\/p>\n
She had said Daisy was the only person who entered her bedroom.<\/p>\n
But that wasn't proof.<\/p>\n
And there was something else.<\/p>\n
Something about the way Brenda had spoken.<\/p>\n
She hadn't sounded surprised.<\/p>\n
She had sounded entertained.<\/p>\n
I opened the next recording.<\/p>\n
The time stamp appeared at the bottom.<\/p>\n
I moved the progress bar forward slowly.<\/p>\n
I wanted to see what happened in the apartment while I was away.<\/p>\n
I wanted to know whether Daisy had been frightened before I returned.<\/p>\n
I wanted to know why nobody had called me.<\/p>\n
I wanted to know why my daughter had been left outside in the cold.<\/p>\n
I pressed play.<\/p>\n
The image began moving.<\/p>\n
And I kept watching.<\/p>\n
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