After my divorce, my daughter Lily started coming home from her dad Jason’s house without her favorite things—first her beloved doll, then her iPad, and finally, a necklace from her grandmother. Jason and his new partner, Dana, brushed it off, blaming Lily for being “careless.” But I knew my daughter, and something felt wrong.
I hid an AirTag inside Lily’s hoodie and a tiny recorder in her jacket pocket before her weekend visit. When she returned without the hoodie, I checked the tracker.
