I set up twenty-six hidden cameras around my house to catch my nanny cutting corners. My heart had turned cold—tempered by a billion-dollar empire and shattered by the sudden, devastating loss of my wife. I believed I was guarding my children from an outsider. I never imagined I was witnessing an angel quietly battling my own family.

Character is revealed in the dark: What we do when we think no one is watching is the only true measure of who we are.

Everything was finally, perfectly settled. I didn’t fire Elena. I made her the head of the Seraphina Foundation, a non-profit we built together to protect children from family exploitation.

And every night, before the boys go to sleep, we sit in the nursery together. We don’t check the cameras anymore. We just listen to the song.