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

“What camera?” my mother asked, though she clearly knew.

“The nursery feed.”

I watched the color shift in her face—not guilt, but irritation that she had been caught without time to prepare. “So now I’m being recorded in my own grandson’s room?”

“You pulled Lily’s hair.”

My mother laughed thinly. “Oh, for God’s sake. I moved her aside. She was in the way.”