Mark paused and looked down into his daughter's tear-filled eyes.
Mark: What did you say, sweetheart?
Lily: Teddy was on the table the whole time.
Lily pointed toward the stuffed animal resting near the sofa.
Brenda's face suddenly turned pale under the bright lights.
Brenda: Don't listen to childish nonsense, Mark!
Brenda: We need to call the police on Clara right now!
Mark walked slowly over to the sofa and picked up the bear.
He turned the toy over in his hands thoughtfully.
He noticed a tiny shiny glint inside the plastic right eye.
Mark: What is this?
Clara: Your late wife put that inside before she passed away.
Mark: A micro camera?
Clara: She wanted to keep an eye on the nursery from work.
Mark felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
He pressed a hidden button built into the back of the bear.
A soft electronic tone chimed through the quiet room.
Brenda: Mark, throw that filthy thing away!
Mark: Shut up for one second, Brenda.
Mark pulled his smartphone out of his suit pocket.
The camera unit automatically paired with his personal device.
Brenda: You are listening to a child over your own fiancé!
Mark: If Clara is innocent, this will prove it.
Brenda: This is an insult to me!
Brenda scrambled up from the floor and tried to grab the phone.
Mark stepped back and blocked her with his strong arm.
Mark: Sit down, Brenda.