Night vision. Everything.
That night, I put him down, tucked his blanket in, turned on the nightlight, and went to the living room.
I opened the app on my phone.
There he was, on his side, tiny butt in the air, hands tucked under his cheek.
I finally let myself breathe.
“See?” I whispered. “He’s sleeping.
You’re just exhausted.”
About 10 minutes later, something moved on the screen.
Not him.
The far side of the room, where the wall meets the floor, darkened. Then a small shape slid across the frame.
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