I sat alone in the living room until almost 2 a.m.
I kept replaying Lily’s words.
“He comes over when you’re at work.”
“Mommy makes dinner for him.”
“He told me he’s my real daddy.”
On Thursday, I did something I never thought I would do.
I checked our home security system.
We had a camera facing the driveway.
I opened the app and searched through previous recordings.
Monday.
Nothing.
Tuesday.
Delivery driver.
Wednesday.
Melissa leaving for the grocery store.
Then I checked older footage.
That’s when I noticed something strange.
Several recordings were missing.
Not corrupted.
Deleted.
Specifically, recordings between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m. on certain weekdays.
Times when I was usually at work.
I stared at the screen.
Melissa knew the security password.
My hands started shaking.
This was no longer a child’s misunderstanding.
Someone had deliberately deleted those recordings.
I almost confronted her that night.
