Every night, my husband went to sleep in our daughter’s room — so I set up a hidden camera. What I discovered in that video made my hands tremble and my heart stop for a moment. My name is Caroline “Carrie” Mitchell. I’m thirty-two, and I live in Portland, Oregon. I always thought I was a good mother. After my first divorce, I promised my little girl that I’d protect her no matter what. Three years later, I met Evan Brooks — a kind, gentle man who’d also known what loneliness felt like. He never