Not at her face, not wildly — but directly for her wrist. The one holding the pillow.
He barked, growled, and pulled her arm away with his teeth. Zoey started crying instantly — thank God. Claire screamed, stumbling backward, the pillow falling to the floor.
That’s when she made the call.
She’d lied.
She wasn’t attacked — she was stopped.
I stared at the screen in shock, my hands shaking. Behind me, Rose gasped.
We both looked at Beau, who was now sitting silently by the crib again, eyes locked on our daughter. As if to say, I’ve got her.
The next hours were a blur — police were called, Claire was questioned. She stammered something about “just being tired,” “wanting Zoey to sleep,” but the video was clear.
She was charged.
