I wasn\u2019t supposed to be home that afternoon. But when my 5-year-old son said our nanny liked to \u201chide\u201d in my bedroom and lock the door, and that it was their little secret, I didn\u2019t wait for answers. I drove home early, and what I saw confirmed every fear I had been trying not to name. I was standing in my hallway, and I couldn\u2019t get into my own bedroom. The door was locked from the inside. Soft music was bleeding through the gap at the bottom, low and unhurried, like someone had made themselves very comfortable in there. My five-year-old, Mason, was tugging at my sleeve. \u201cDon\u2019t open it, Mom. It\u2019s our secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something shifted inside the room. A muffled laugh. I was never supposed to be home this early. And whoever was in that room knew it. It had started three days ago at the kitchen sink. It was a Thursday evening, ordinary in every way. I was rinsing dishes after dinner when Mason came bounding in, eyes bright, still buzzing with whatever energy five-year-olds run on at the end of a long day. \u201cMommy, let\u2019s play hide-and-seek like Alice plays with me!\u201d he said breathlessly, skidding to a stop beside me. I smiled and kept scrubbing. \u201cSure, baby. Where do you want to hide?\u201d I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him. He got quiet then. Too quiet for a kid who\u2019d been bouncing off the walls 30 seconds earlier.<\/p>\n
My dish towel hit the counter, and every instinct I had fired at once. I crouched down to his level. \u201cSweetheart, how often does Alice hide in my room?\u201d I kept my voice calm, told Mason gently that secrets between adults and children weren\u2019t something we did in our family, and sent him back to his room with a hug. The moment he was gone, I walked straight to my bedroom. Everything looked fine at first. Bed made. Curtains straight. Pillows stacked the way I always left them. But something was off, and it took me a moment to name it. The bedspread was folded at the corner. I always tucked mine flat. And the room smelled heavily of my good perfume, the one I kept for special occasions.<\/p>\n
That night, lying in bed staring at the ceiling while my husband slept next to me, I couldn\u2019t stop the thoughts from coming. I reached for my phone and searched for small hidden cameras. Earliest delivery \u2014 three weeks out. Three weeks. And every single day, according to my five-year-old, the hide-and-seek game was still going on. I went through the motions the next day, watched my husband back out of the driveway, coffee mug in hand, humming something low and easy. I dropped Mason at school, drove to the office, and sat at my desk. At noon, I packed up my bag, told my boss I was running a fever, and walked to my car. On the drive home, I called my husband, and underneath his distracted voice, I heard music and a woman laughing in the background.READ MORE BELOW<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I wasn\u2019t supposed to be home that afternoon. But when my 5-year-old son said our nanny liked to \u201chide\u201d in my bedroom and lock the door, and… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2247,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2246","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"yoast_head":"\n