At 2 A.M., a Hidden

a motion alert from the nursery.

I almost ignored it.

I was staring at a spreadsheet full of inflated revenue projections, trying to decide whether to kill a deal worth nine figures. But then my phone buzzed again.

And again.

I opened the app.

At first, the screen was black and white, grainy from night vision. I saw the crib. The rocking chair. The soft continue reading …