My five-year-old asked why “Mr. Tom” only shows up at night—after I’ve fallen asleep. I don’t know anyone named Tom, so I installed a camera in her room and waited.
My five-year-old gives names to everything—her stuffed bunny is Gerald, her favorite blanket is Princess Cloud, and apparently, the man who visited her at night was “Mr. Tom.” I didn’t know a single Tom. So I put a camera in her room—and what I saw took the air out of my lungs. It began the…