“She’s great, babe,” Patrick told me after the first week. “I think she’s going to work out.”
She did more than “work out.” Molly was perfect — annoyingly perfect. She cleaned up without being asked, cooked organic meals, and sent me cute updates of the kids during the day. I even caught myself saying to a coworker, “She’s a godsend.”
I should’ve known then — life doesn’t give you godsend nannies without a catch.
It was a Tuesday when it happened. I got home a little earlier than usual and found Molly lifting Tommy onto the couch. Her shirt rode up just a bit, and I noticed a small glint of green in her navel — an emerald-studded belly-button ring.
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Tommy giggled and pointed at it. “Mommy has that!” he chirped.
I blinked. “What?”
He pointed again. “That! Mommy has that!”
Molly chuckled, brushing it off. “Oh, he’s so imaginative.”
