Veronica watched, breathless, as Esther sneaked into the master bedroom. The footage showed her rummaging through drawers, pulling out razors, shaving creams, and makeup bags. She carried them back to her bathroom, her movements deliberate, far too calculated for a child.
Her heart raced as the next clip played. Esther sat before the bathroom mirror, humming songs from the ’90s—a strange choice for a six-year-old who wasn’t even born yet. Veronica’s stomach knotted as she watched Esther applying makeup with the precision of someone who had done it countless times.