Avery sat by the bed for another ten minutes. Only after Dorothea's soft, rhythmic breathing signaled deep sleep did she finally lie down, curling her body protectively around the small girl.
Moonlight sliced through the gap in the curtains, casting a cold, silver light across the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught it-a tiny, faint red pulse flickering from within the decorative molding facing the foot of the bed.
Avery's fingers tightened.
A camera.
Dominic's eyes were everywhere. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel that red dot pinned to her face like a physical weight.
She couldn't move yet. She knew Dominic's nature; he wasn't the type to simply lock someone up and go to sleep. He would be in the shadows, dissecting her every move. The "test tube" lie she'd spun
