Chapter 3: Her Eyes Didn’t Believe Me
I knelt in front of her and kept my voice calm.
“No, honey. Why?”
She stared down at the sleeve of her pajamas, rubbing the fabric between two fingers.
“Because it felt like someone was laying next to me.”
I laughed too quickly.
“You were dreaming. Mommy slept with Daddy.”
She nodded.
But her eyes didn’t.
Neither did my body.
When I told Daniel later that night, he was exhausted from another hospital shift. His shoulders sagged as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door.
“Kids imagine things,” he said. “The house is safe.”
I wanted to believe him. A home is supposed to be the one place where fear has no right to enter. But motherhood has its own alarm system, and mine would not go quiet.
So the next day, I bought a small camera… Continue Reading ⬇️
