Daniel Harrison was a man who trusted no one.
His twin sons, Ethan and Noah, were paralyzed from the waist down after a tragic accident three years ago. Since then, Daniel’s world had become a fortress of guilt and work.
He had just hired Rachel Mitchell, a woman with a soft voice and a mysterious past.
“I need to know what she does when I’m not looking,” Daniel whispered to himself as he adjusted the lens of a pinhole camera hidden in a bookshelf.
He expected to find laziness. He expected to find neglect.
But as the first week of footage rolled, Daniel found himself unable to blink.
Rachel didn’t just “watch” the boys. She changed the air in the house.
What is she doing? Daniel wondered, leaning closer to the screen.
Then, the footage took a dark turn. Rachel sat alone in the kitchen, clutching a small, worn photograph. She was sobbing so hard her shoulders shook.