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

please.”

“You will return every copy of my medical records, every photograph, and every recording.”

“I was trying to help.”

“No,” I said. “You were trying to control us.”

Ben stepped beside me.

“If you contact another sitter, the agency, or Sophie’s school, we will seek a protective order.”

Diane stared at him.

“You would do that to your own mother?”

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