Every Babysitter We Hired Quit Without a Word—So My Husband Put on a Wig, Applied for the Job, and Uncovered the Truth

“Sophie?”

“Yes.”

“You need to stop using that agency,” she said.

“Why?”

“I signed something.”

“I saw it.”

“You had no right.”

“Neither did they.”

Carla exhaled shakily.

“You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.”

“Then help us understand.”

She refused to talk by phone but agreed to meet us at a diner outside town.

Carla arrived wearing a baseball cap and continue reading …