Ruby, our babysitter, is 21. She’s gentle, with a kind of calm that made Ben feel safe instantly.
She’d become a part of our rhythm. She was careful with him. Attentive. Generous. Loving beyond anything. She even remembered which dinosaur phase he was in. Right now it was Allosaurus.
Ruby was my go-to. If anything came up with work, Ruby was the first person I’d call. I had no reason to doubt her.
Until Friday.
No Caller ID. A missed call. Then another.
I was reaching for my coffee when my phone lit up again, and something made me answer.
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