At exactly 11:42 p.m., my phone buzzed in my pocket while I was standing in a loud hotel suite, surrounded by five of my closest friends and a ridiculous amount of champagne. We were celebrating Brooke’s bachelorette party, the kind of night that was supposed to be carefree, messy, and unforgettable for all the right reasons.

Instead, that notification changed everything.

I almost ignored it. The music was blasting, Jenna was halfway through an over-the-top toast, and Lila was filming everything like we were starring in our own reality show. But something made me check.

It wasn’t a message from my husband, Jack. It wasn’t about the kids.

It was my smart scale.

“New weigh-in detected. Profile: Guest. Weight: 115 lbs.”

I stared at the screen, trying to make it make sense.

Jack weighed over 200 pounds. My son Liam was barely 72, and Ava hadn’t even hit 50 yet. Even if the kids were somehow messing around together, there was no way they’d land exactly at 115.

And the timestamp?

11:42 p.m. Real time.

Which meant someone—someone who definitely wasn’t supposed to be there—was standing in my bathroom at that exact moment.

“Michelle! You’re missing this!” Brooke called out, laughing.

I didn’t move.

Hannah noticed my face immediately. “What’s wrong?”

I turned the phone toward them. One by one, their smiles faded.