Every morning, the nursery camera signal dropped while my mother cared for my sick wife. Suspecting something, I hid a secondary camera in the room. When I checked the feed the next day, I saw my mother standing over my wife, holding a syringe, and whispering, “This is for your own good…”

then, the digital eye blinked out.

Chapter Four: The Panopticon

Months before the chaotic birth, I had installed a state-of-the-art, wide-angle smart security camera high up in the corner of the nursery. It was a logistical comfort—a way for me to monitor Hugo’s chest rising and falling from my phone during my long hours at the freight terminal.

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