The device was warm to the touch, indicating it was actively recording and storing data to an internal drive.

With trembling fingers, I reached into the back of the device and pulled out the tiny, black MicroSD card.

I slipped the card into my pocket and carefully replaced the plastic backing of the bear.

I stood up, my knees shaking, and walked quickly out of the nursery.

I needed to find a computer to read the files, but I couldn’t use the one in Jared’s study.

I hurried down the stairs to my private sewing room on the second floor.

I locked the door behind me and drew the blinds.

My old laptop sat on the small desk in the corner, covered by a decorative cloth.

I powered it on, the screen casting a pale blue light across my face.

I inserted the MicroSD card into the reader slot.

The computer chimed, and a folder labeled *REC_04* appeared on the desktop.

I clicked it open, revealing dozens of video files organized by date.

I scrolled down to the date of my supposed breakdown, the night Dr. Haynes had signed the papers.