Fast-forwarded to when Claire arrived.
There she was… stepping through the door and greeting Beau with a wary glance. Zoey was in the bassinet. And there, slung over Claire’s shoulder, was a small gray backpack.
But then I watched as she glanced over her shoulder, slipped it off, and tucked it behind the couch.
My heart picked up speed.
She reached into the bag and pulled out a tablet. Sleek. Black.
Then, she propped it up on the coffee table, opened an app, and angled the camera toward the nursery.
I leaned in.
Claire was livestreaming.Continue reading…