When we left the clinic, Emily took her grandfather’s hand.
“I knew you were helping me,” he said.
I looked at Robert, too ashamed to talk. He didn’t blame me. He just said quietly:
“You are his mother. You had every right in the world to worry. But I should have told you everything from the beginning.
From that day on, there were no secrets in our house again.
But I never deleted the camera footage.
I kept it, not because it showed something terrible, but because in the final scene a scared grandfather appeared kneeling in front of his granddaughter, whispering to him:
“I couldn’t help your grandmother in time, but I won’t make the same mistake with you.
