Jonah slept in his bassinet. Soft morning light. Peace.

At 9:15, my phone buzzed. A notification from the primary security app: Camera Offline.

My breath caught. On the hidden feed, the nursery door opened.

My mother walked in — not wearing the grandmotherly smile plastered across her Facebook, but a hard, cruel line of a face.

She went straight to the wall-mounted camera, reached up, and deliberately pulled the power cord from the back.

It wasn’t the Wi-Fi. It was never the Wi-Fi.