My hands began to shake.
I pressed it.
Nothing happened.
Then I felt a small compartment beneath the fabric.
Inside was a tiny electronic module.
A memory card.
And a wire leading toward one of the bear’s eyes.
I stared.
Someone had hidden a camera inside my daughter’s favorite stuffed animal.
A camera I had never known existed.
A camera that might have recorded everything that happened the night Sophie was injured.
Behind me, Jamie whispered, “See?”
I could barely speak.
“Who put this here?”
Jamie looked toward the ceiling.
“Claire.”
I closed my eyes.
And suddenly remembered something.
Three weeks earlier, Claire had insisted that I stop checking the regular baby monitor on my phone.
She claimed it was making me anxious.
She said she would handle nighttime checks herself.
I had trusted her.
Without question.
Now I was holding a secret camera in my hands.
I took photographs of the device exactly as I found it and placed the bear on a clean surface.
