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…”

When Dad was traveling for work. She would intentionally break plates in the kitchen, blame me for it, and scream at me until I apologized. She would keep at it until I actually believed I was crazy.”

A cold wave of retroactive guilt washed over me for every time I had told Chloe she was exaggerating. But there was no time for apologies now.

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