The blanket lifted slightly near Mia’s legs.
As if something beneath it had pushed upward.
“Mia,” I said out loud, already getting to my feet.
I grabbed my robe and hurried down the hallway toward her bedroom while still watching the camera feed on my phone.
The door was closed.
The movement inside stopped.
I opened the door slowly.
Mia was still asleep.
The mattress looked completely normal.
But something didn’t feel right.
I crouched beside the bed and lifted the blanket slightly to inspect the mattress surface. Nothing unusual. The fabric was smooth and flat.
Then I remembered the camera’s angle.
It wasn’t aimed directly at the top of the mattress.
It was pointed toward the side.
