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

did you leave?”

Carla looked directly at me.

“Your mother.”

I frowned.

“My mother died when Sophie was a baby.”

Carla’s face changed.

“The woman called herself Sophie’s grandmother.”

I knew immediately who she meant.

Ben did too.

“My mother,” he said.

His mother, Diane, lived 20 minutes away. She visited often, but never while a sitter was working, at least continue reading …