My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg

security?”

Daniel laughed.

“The camera system malfunctioned.”

“No,” I said.

His head snapped toward me.

“The local archive was deleted,” I said. “But every recording is backed up off-site.”

For the first time that night, Daniel looked truly afraid.

Not angry.

Not annoyed.

Afraid.

The pantry door cracked open.

“Grandpa?”

My father’s face softened instantly.

“I’m continue reading …