It was early on Thursday morning. I had not slept a wink during the night. It wasn’t a new thing. For as long as I could remember, I had been dealing with insomnia. During the course of the night, though, I kept myself busy once again by watching the security feed I had installed in Alice’s new room. It had been my favorite pastime since she moved in as my kids' nanny. I had been waiting patiently and watching for the mask to slip, even though it was still too early. Little Rabbit was too quiet, too perfect, and in my world, perfection was usually the first sign of a lie.
I stood up from my desk and went to look out the window. It was raining lightly outside. One of my Jeeps was parked in the open field. As I continued watching, three black umbrellas exited the house and approached the Je
