“Play it.”
I looked at him. “Are you sure?”
He nodded once.
The deputy opened the recording.
The video showed our back patio shortly after midnight. The yard was dark except for the small pool of light above the kitchen door. My baby slept in the bassinet beneath the maple tree because I had been afraid the house would wake him. The monitor picked up the soft hiss of the night air, then the patio door opened.
My stepmother stepped outside.
She wasn’t carrying anything.
She walked directly toward the bassinet.
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