They were completely wrapped up in the joy of being new parents, so blinded by it that they failed to notice how strange the atmosphere in the house had become.
The nanny had been arranged by my mom. She worked for me.
Using the excuse of visiting me and her grandson, my mom showed up almost every day. Each time, she quietly recorded everything with a hidden camera, capturing all the evidence she needed, Vanessa acting like the lady of the house, Derek treating me like I didn't exist.
In their eyes, they had already won. To them, I was nothing more than a failed surrogate, a grieving mother who had lost her child, someone beneath their contempt and occasional scraps of pity.
What they didn't know was that my mom had already taken the evidence of my illegal confinement to the police.
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