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

a camera.

We had never installed one there because no one used it.

“What happened in that room?” I asked.

“She showed me a folder.”

Carla’s voice softened.

“It had medical records, therapy notes, photographs, and recordings of you.”

“Recordings of me doing what?”

“Crying. Yelling. Saying you couldn’t handle being a mother.”

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