My MIL Insisted on Babysitting My Daughter Every Wednesday While I Was at Work — I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely

I hesitated.

“We can do it here so that she feels comfortable as well,” Cheryl continued. “I mean, I can take Bev to the park or for ice cream, too. But we’ll be home for most of it. Okay?”

Cheryl and I had never been particularly close. There was always a subtle disapproval in the way she spoke to me, a quiet undercurrent of something unspoken.

But this seemed… innocent. It seemed like a kind gesture. Like a grandmother who really just wanted to spend time with her grandchild. Plus, it would save us a little money on daycare costs.

And if I’m being honest, a part of me was thrilled. It meant that my child could be with family.

So, I agreed.

At first, everything seemed fine.

But then, Beverly started changing before my eyes.

It was little things at first.

“I only want to eat with Daddy, Grandma, and her friend today,” she said one evening, pushing away the dinner I’d made.

My daughter gave me a secretive smile as she took a sip of her juice.

“Who’s Grandma’s friend, sweetheart?” I frowned.