After eight months of military service, I finally came home—only to find my newborn son dangerously ill and my wife sitting beside his crib, shaken and clearly hurt. My mother looked at me coldly and said, “She needed to learn her place,” while my sister shrugged and added, “The baby is her responsibility, not ours.”
Eleanor had unplugged the router whenever she wanted privacy, not realizing the camera stored recordings locally and uploaded them later when the internet came back.
Ruiz pressed play on a tablet.
The first clip showed Eleanor dragging Sophia by the hair because dinner was late.
The second showed Audrey hitting her continue reading …
