I Suspected My Kids Were Stealing from Me — yet the Hidden Camera Revealed the Person I Least Expected

That evening, Peter placed an envelope on the counter. Inside was every dollar he’d taken, plus a little extra.

“No more secrets,” he said, meeting my eyes. “And no more deciding alone what you can or can’t handle.”

I nodded. “Good. Because next time, I’ll skip the camera and just follow you.”

He laughed, and from that point on, there were no more secrets in our home. We’d learned the hard way that even good intentions can damage trust when they’re hidden in the dark.