When Martha’s mother-in-law insists on babysitting her daughter every Wednesday, she thinks it’s a harmless favor, until Bev starts acting strangely. Desperate for answers, Martha installs a hidden camera… and what she discovers shatters her world. Lies, manipulation, and betrayal run deeper than she ever imagined.

I wish I could say I was overreacting. That I had let paranoia take hold of me, that my suspicions were just the byproduct of stress and exhaustion. But I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t imagining things.

And I would give anything, anything, to have been wrong.

My name is Martha, and I have a four-year-old daughter, Beverly. My husband, Jason, and I both work full-time, which means Bev spends most weekdays at daycare.

Look, I feel guilty enough, and it wasn’t my choice, but it worked. She was happy, we were happy, and life moved along.

“Bev is going to be fine, love,” Jason said one morning as we were packing her lunch