Chapter 2: The Video She Didn’t Want Me To See
I had spent seven years loving Claire Bennett.
Seven years believing I knew every expression on her face.
I knew her happy smile.
Her annoyed smile.
Her fake smile when she pretended to enjoy my terrible cooking.
But I had never seen the look she had right then.
Fear.
Pure, uncontrollable fear.
“Give me my phone,” I said.
Claire tightened her grip.
“Daniel, listen to me.””
“No.””
My voice sounded different.
Even to me.
“Give me the phone.””
She stared at me.
“I was overwhelmed.””
The words confused me.
“What does that mean?””
Maria stood slowly from the floor.
“Mr. Bennett, please.””
I looked at her.
“What?””
She wiped her tears.
“Please watch the video before she makes you believe something that isn’t true.””
Claire turned toward Maria.
“Shut up.””
Maria flinched.
That single reaction bothered me more than anything else.
Maria had worked for us for almost two years.
She had cared for Lily while Claire and I worked.
She had never once raised her voice in our house.
But now she looked afraid of my wife.
“Claire,” I said quietly, “why are you scared of the camera?””
“I’m not scared.””
“Then why did you stop me from watching it?””
She looked away.
“I just know what you’re going to think.””
I stepped closer.
“You don’t get to decide what I think.””
For a few seconds, there was only Lily’s soft crying.
Then Claire handed me the phone.
Not because she wanted to.
Because she realized she couldn’t stop me.
I opened the recording.
The video began again.
The timestamp showed 3:14 p.m.
Lily was on the floor, exactly as I remembered.
Happy.
Safe.
Playing.
Then Claire entered.
She walked slowly.
Not like someone checking on her baby.
Like someone entering a room where she had already made a decision.
Claire looked at the camera.
My stomach tightened.
She knew where it was.
She knew she was being recorded.
Then she picked up Lily.
My daughter started smiling.
She always smiled when her mother picked her up.
That part hurt the most.
Because Lily trusted her.
Claire carried her to the changing table.
Then she stopped.
She looked toward the hallway.
The same way she had looked when I entered the room.
Like she was making sure nobody was watching.
Maria whispered, “I told you.””
I kept watching.
Claire placed Lily down.
Then something happened.
Something that made my entire body freeze.
Claire walked away.
She left Lily alone on the edge of the changing table.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What is she doing?””
Nobody answered.
On the screen, Lily moved.
Her tiny legs kicked.
The baby monitor shook slightly.
Claire came back into view.
She looked angry.
Not worried.
Angry.
She picked Lily up quickly.
Too quickly.
The recording continued.
But then the screen suddenly froze.
A loading symbol appeared.
I stared at it.
“No.””
I tapped the screen.
Again.
Nothing.
Claire swallowed.
“That’s why I said it doesn’t work.””
I looked at her.
“You knew.””
She said nothing.
“You knew the recording was damaged.””
“Daniel…”
“You knew there was something on here.””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I was trying to protect us.””
I almost laughed.
“Protect us from what?””
Claire looked toward Lily.
And what she said next made my blood run cold.
“From the fact that I’m not the mother you think I am.””
The room went silent.
Maria stepped backward.
“What did you do, Claire?””
My wife closed her eyes.
“I didn’t hurt her.””
“Then explain.””
She looked at me.
“I just… I lost control.””
Those four words felt heavier than any confession.
I looked back at the frozen video.
The image showed Claire holding Lily.
But the recording had stopped right before the moment I needed to see.
I turned to Maria.
“Why did you tell me to check the camera?””
Maria hesitated.
Then she reached into her pocket.
She pulled out her phone.
“I recorded something too.””
Claire’s face changed instantly.
“What?””
Maria pressed a button.
A voice came from the speaker.
Claire’s voice.
Quiet.
Angry.
Whispering.
And the first sentence I heard made my blood run cold.
“Sometimes I wonder if Daniel would still love me if Lily wasn’t here…”
I looked at my wife.
She looked at me.
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Then Maria whispered:
“Mr. Bennett, there is something else you need to know about what happened before you came home.””
