When they arrived, everything shifted from fear… to something worse.
Recognition.
One of the officers crouched beside the bed, studying the device carefully.
Then he said something that made my blood run cold.
“This isn’t just recording equipment.”
He paused.
“It’s part of a tracking and response system.”
I didn’t understand.
“What does that mean?”
He looked at me.
“It activates when it detects movement… weight… body heat.”
My stomach dropped.
“Why would anyone put that under a child’s bed?”
That’s when Lily spoke from behind me.
Softly.
“The man said it would help me sleep.”
Every adult in the room turned.
“What man?” I asked, my voice barely working.
“The one in my dream,” she said.
The room went silent.
One of the officers exchanged a glance with his partner.
“Ma’am… has anyone else been in the house recently?”
I shook my head.
“No one except—”
And then I stopped.
Because suddenly, I remembered something I had completely dismissed.
Three weeks ago.
A service visit.
But not for internet.
For home security installation.
A company I barely researched.
A technician who insisted on checking “signal coverage” in every room.
Including Lily’s.
Alone.
For twenty minutes.
The police tracked the company.