The Finis of Everything

The old house felt wrong, but we still visited my husband' s stroke-stricken mother, Susan, every Sunday.

Then, a new caregiver, Olivia, appeared – too young, too perfect, her presence immediately unsettling.

My father-in-law, Robert, was completely smitten, fawning over her while she brazenly blocked us from seeing Susan, claiming doctor' s orders.

The condescension, the hidden glances between them, and the cloying perfume in my mother-in-law' s house twisted my gut.

What was really happening behind the closed doors of Susan' s room?

A few days later, a faint thud and a low moan from Susan' s window sent a chill down my spine, confirming my darkest fears.

They were hiding something, hurting her.

My husband, David, furious, brought home a tiny nanny cam disguised as a USB charger.

Our desperate plan was set: on Sunday, during a staged argument, I would sneak into Susan' s room and plug it in.

The live feed was horrifying: Robert, his wife paralyzed in bed, was canoodling with Olivia, calling Susan "useless."

Then Olivia dropped a bombshell: "I'm pregnant."