We’d installed a small security camera in the living room to keep an eye on the baby. I pulled up the feed from earlier that evening.
Claire entered the frame, cheerful, chatting to Beau. She had a small gray backpack slung over her shoulder — the same one she always brought. She set it on the couch and glanced around nervously.
I leaned closer.
On the screen, scrolling hearts and emojis began appearing. Claire was livestreaming.
The title read: “Nanny Nights: Part 12.”
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