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

” I repeated.

“Yeah.” She watched her own reflection without apparent concern. “He says not to wake you.”

“Ellie.” I put the brush down on the counter and crouched until I was at her level, looking at her face in the mirror rather than directly. “What does Mr. Tom look like?”

She considered this with the care she brought to precise descriptions, her brow continue reading …