Part 2
I stared at the phone screen, trying to convince myself I was imagining things. The grainy black-and-white night vision image from the camera showed Mia lying still on her side, her small body rising and falling with each breath. The room was quiet. The only movement came from the faint sway of the curtain near the window. For a moment the mattress stopped shifting and everything looked normal again.
Then it moved again.
Not much—just a slow pressure from beneath, as if someone were pushing upward with a shoulder or knee. The mattress dipped slightly under Mia’s back.
My heart began pounding.
“Mia…” I whispered to myself, even though she couldn’t hear me through the camera.
The movement happened again, stronger this time. The mattress rose slightly in the middle and then settled back
