Every Babysitter We Hired Quit Without Explanation – So My Husband Wore a Wig and Applied for the Job

Carla returned to our house once.

She stood in the doorway looking nervous.

“I should have told you.”

“You were afraid,” I said.

“I still left you thinking Sophie was the problem.”

I glanced toward the living room where Sophie was building a tower.

Carla sat with us for coffee. Sophie remembered her and immediately asked if she still knew how to make purple play dough.

Carla laughed.

“I think I can remember.”

We did not ask her to babysit again. Too much had happened for that to feel simple.

Instead, we hired someone through a different agency after conducting our own interviews and explaining what had occurred.

On her first day, she stayed until I came home.

On her second day, she came back.

After one week, I realized I had been holding my breath each afternoon, waiting for another resignation.

It never came.

When we finally agreed to meet her in a counselor’s office, she apologized without defending herself.

“I convinced myself fear was the same as instinct,” she said. “It wasn’t.”

I did not forgive her immediately.

Ben did not ask me to.