*Motion detected in Lily’s Room.*

My heart leaped into my throat.

I glanced over at Nathan’s side of the bed.

His shape was still there, huddled under the heavy duvet.

I slowly slid my phone under the covers.

I blocked the light with my body and opened the app.

The screen showed a grainy, night-vision view of Lily’s bedroom.

The room was quiet.

Lily was a small bump under her pink blankets, sleeping soundly.

Then, the bedroom door slowly began to open.

A sliver of light from the hallway cut across the carpet.

A figure stepped into the frame.

It was Eleanor.

She wore her long, white nightgown, her grey hair hanging loose over her shoulders.

She looked frail, her hands twitching at her sides.

But she wasn’t moving on her own.

I watched the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

In the hallway, just behind her, a hand was visible.

A man’s hand.

The sleeve of a blue surgical scrub top showed in the faint light.

Nathan was standing in the corridor.

His hand was pressed firmly against Eleanor’s upper back.