Chapter 8 - the missing hour)
Rachel and I went through the footage again.
Not casually this time.
Minute by minute.
The camera had been installed three months earlier.
Cloud storage only kept thirty days.
We downloaded everything still available.
There were gaps whenever Mason unplugged the device.
One gap bothered Rachel.
March 11.
Seven days before the assault.
The camera went offline at 8:42 p.m.
It returned at 9:37.
"Why does that matter?" I asked.
Rachel pointed at the event list.
"Because look at the audio monitor logs."
The second monitor recorded sound activity but not audio.
It showed Eli had cried repeatedly during that period.
I remembered that night slowly.
I had been in the shower.
Mason was supposed to watch Eli.
When I came out, Linda was holding him.
Mason was in the garage.
"What happened?" I had asked.
"Nothing," Linda said.
Eli had cried for another hour.
I had assumed gas.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
Rachel shook her head.
"Nothing yet."
We checked Mason's messages from that date.
I still had our conversation.
8:31 p.m.
Me: Going to shower. He just ate.
Mason: Fine.
8:58 p.m.
Me: Everything okay?
No reply.
9:19 p.m.
Me: Mason?
9:41 p.m.
Mason: Mom has him. Stop checking every ten seconds.
I closed my eyes.
"I remember."
"Do you remember why he went to the garage?"
"No."
The garage had an exterior camera.
Mason installed it two years earlier after someone stole packages from the neighborhood.
That camera used a different account.
His account.
We could not access it.
Evelyn requested preservation of the footage through legal channels.
Mason's attorney replied that the account no longer contained recordings from that date.
Deleted.
Maybe automatically.
Maybe not.
We could not prove it.
But Mason's behavior changed after Evelyn sent the preservation notice.
He stopped texting me.
Linda stopped too.
For forty eight hours, there was silence.
Then Mason's older cousin Jenna called.
I almost did not answer.
Jenna and I were not close.
"Anna?"
"Yes."
"I know this is weird."
"What do you want?"
She took a breath.
"Aunt Linda called everyone."
Of course she did.
"What did she say?"
"That you had some kind of breakdown and attacked Mason."
I laughed once.
"Anything else?"
"She said you threw yourself on the floor."
My stomach twisted.
"She was there."
"I know."
"Then why are you calling?"
"Because she told the story three different ways."
I went quiet.
Jenna continued.
"At first she said Mason wasn't in the bathroom. Then she said he was trying to stop you. Then she said you slipped while he was holding your arm."
"Did she mention Eli?"
"She said you accused her of throwing him because she put him on a blanket."
"She didn't put him on a blanket."
"I figured."
"Why?"
Jenna hesitated.
"Because Linda did something similar when Mason was little."
My skin prickled.
"What?"
"Not exactly the same."
"Tell me."
Jenna's voice dropped.
"When Mason was maybe four, he used to have screaming fits. Aunt Linda would lock him in the laundry room."
I sat down.
"What?"
"My mom and Linda fought about it once. I remember because it happened at our house. Mason was crying and Linda dragged him into the mudroom and held the door shut."
I did not know what to say.
"I don't think she saw it as abuse," Jenna said. "She called it discipline."
"Does Mason remember?"
"He must."
My first reaction was pity.
It arrived automatically.
A child locked in a room.
A frightened little boy.
Then I thought of my son on the blankets.
Understanding where cruelty comes from does not erase what cruelty becomes.
"Would you tell Evelyn this?"
Jenna went quiet.
"Aunt Linda would never forgive me."
I did not push.
"Okay."
"But there's something else."
I waited.
"Linda told my mother months ago that you were too attached to the baby."
"Before he was born?"
"No. Two weeks after."
Jenna paused.
"She said if you couldn't handle marriage and motherhood, Mason might need to protect himself legally."
My chest tightened.
"When?"
"I can ask Mom."
"Please."
That evening Jenna sent screenshots from her mother's phone.
Linda had written:
Anna is unstable lately.
Mason should document everything before she tries to use the baby against him.
A second message.
If it gets ugly, he needs proof that he is the reasonable parent.
The date was March 2.
Sixteen days before the assault.
Evelyn added the screenshots to our file.
But the largest discovery came the next morning.
The baby monitor company responded to our request for account access logs.
Someone had logged into my camera account at 4:12 a.m. the morning after the assault.
From the IP address at our house.
The account log showed three clips had been manually deleted.
The cloud backup still retained restoration copies for thirty days.
We requested them.
One showed Linda throwing Eli.
We already had that.
The second showed Mason standing over the bassinet, saying, "Sometimes I wish we'd never had him."
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The third was from the missing hour on March 11.
And when the recovered clip finally loaded, I saw my husband holding our crying newborn by one arm while Linda told him not to be so rough.
