I was babysitting for my sister. At 3 a.m., her baby monitor lit up.

Her baby was asleep when a whisper crackled through the monitor at 09:50 PM CEST on Tuesday, June 24, 2025: “He’s not okay.” Terrified, I called my sister Irina, who urged me to grab her son Micah and flee to the car, then dial 911. With my heart racing, I rushed Micah outside as police searched the locked house but found nothing. Irina revealed her ex, Dorian, had been stalking her and might have hacked the monitor he gave them. Detectives confirmed his remote access, leading to his arrest. Yet, during questioning, Dorian denied the whisper, claiming he hadn’t used it recently—leaving the culprit unclear.

Weeks later, a neighbor discovered a hidden voice recorder broadcasting the message. Police linked it to a private investigator hired by Dorian’s mother to intimidate Irina in a custody battle. Both faced charges for illegal surveillance.

The ordeal rattled us but deepened our connection. Micah is now safe, enveloped in love and security. It taught me danger can lurk behind familiar faces, and trusting instincts and family can be lifesaving.