Adeline POV
The hallway outside the surveillance room was quiet when I arrived, but the tension clinging to the air told a different story. I had left my boys behind, shoulders tense, small hands clenched in uncertain fists. Myra stayed at their side, chin lifted, protective in a way no child her age should ever need to be.
The teacher I was following stepped in first and came out a moment later. She motioned politely. “Ms Adeline, the footage is ready for viewing.”
I thanked her and entered the room. It was a small office designed for maintenance staff, with a single desk and a wide monitor mounted on the wall. I waited for the screen to start to display. I heard someone walk in, it was Nicole, and my children were some steps behind her. She walked to the front and stood near the scree
