PART 4

The video reached me at eleven on a rainy Tuesday morning, two weeks after Owen turned four months old.

Dana sent a link with a warning that I could ignore it if I wanted.

I sat at my kitchen table, staring at my son’s half-finished bottle, and watched a stranger’s recording of the worst shopping trip of my life.

From the camera’s angle, Grant looked bigger than I remembered.

His expensive sleeve flashed beneath fluorescent lights.