My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

in bed at two in the morning and listened with the unguarded attention of a child who trusts completely the person she is listening to.

The shape moved slightly, and for one fractured second his face caught the edge of the full-length mirror Ellie had by her closet door, the image bounced and distorted but briefly clear enough, and I knew.

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