After a long shift one evening, I came home and couldn’t unlock my front door. Someone had jammed a toothpick deep into the keyhole. My brother came over with tools, fixed it, and we laughed it off—until it happened again the next night.

That’s when he set up a hidden camera in a tree facing my porch. When the lock was sabotaged a third time, we checked the footage. I was stunned to see not a vandal, but a little girl in a bright yellow raincoat.