My five-year-old gives names to everything. Her stuffed rabbit is Gerald, her favorite blanket is Princess Cloud, and—apparently—the man who comes to see her at night is called “Mr. Tom.”
The problem was, I didn’t know anyone named Tom.
So I installed a camera in her bedroom.
What I saw on that footage made the air leave my lungs.
It …
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