I thought about how naturally my husband had defended the babysitter and how quickly he had dismissed my concerns. His calmness made me question myself even more. Perhaps I was imagining things. Perhaps the situation was exactly what they had both described. But something still didn’t add up. My husband was supposed to be working, yet he had appeared in our kitchen without warning. If everything was innocent, why hadn’t he told me he would be home?

By the following morning, I had decided that I needed an answer rather than another night of worrying. I didn’t want to continue guessing or repeatedly questioning people who might simply give me the same explanations. So I came up with a way to find out what was happening while I was away. Before leaving for work, I placed an old nanny camera in the living room. I wanted to see what actually happened inside the house after I walked out the door. I had no idea what the footage would reveal.