I lifted Leo from the crib and wrapped him in a blanket. Audrey stepped in front of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To save my son.”

Eleanor sneered. “You’ll calm down after you hear our side.”

I looked past them, toward the front windows, where headlights swept across the walls. “I already heard enough.”

Outside, car doors opened in perfect sequence.

Eleanor’s smile flickered. Audrey glanced toward the driveway, suddenly sober. Neither knew I’d spent six weeks collecting bank records, deleted messages, and recordings from the nursery camera they thought was broken.