When I got home, Laura was already outside, waiting.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “But I can’t ignore what’s happening here.”
I looked at her.
“I know,” I said. “I saw everything.”
That evening, I didn’t argue.
I didn’t cry.
I made a call.
The agency listened to the recording.
Then Liam walked into the room like nothing had happened.
“We need to talk,” I said.
I pressed play.
His own voice filled the room.
“If you care about my daughters… step away.”
For the first time, he had nothing to say.
The agency representative stayed on the line.
Policies changed immediately.
No nanny would ever be alone with him again.
