4) Dinner Out, One Quick Check
One Friday, we finally exhaled. Dinner reservations, real clothes, a night to feel human again.
Between courses, I opened our security app out of habit—just the hallway and living room, nothing hidden, just nerves of new parents.
The feed blinked on.
Claire sat in the glider, tablet raised.
At first I thought she was reading.
Then the chat bubbles appeared.
Hearts. Emojis. Comments scrolling.
The tablet’s camera was pointed straight at Zoey’s crib.
My blood went cold.
“She’s… livestreaming Zoey,” I whispered.
