I set up the camera to check on my baby during naptime, but what I heard shattered me first….

Part 2

I took the stairs two at a time.

The nursery door was half open. Inside, Noah was asleep in his crib, one tiny fist tucked near his cheek, while Lily stood beside the changing table with red eyes and a strand of hair out of place, like she had tried to fix it too quickly. My mother stood by the dresser folding baby blankets with the calm focus of someone performing innocence.

When she saw me, she smiled. “Evan, you’re home early.”

I went straight to Lily. “Are you okay?”