When three babysitters walked out after just one day, Ivy couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. So she hid a camera in her living room—and what it captured left her shaken.
The morning sunlight streamed gently through the kitchen blinds, glinting off the cereal spoon abandoned in a half-full bowl. I wiped applesauce from my son Noah’s chin as he babbled cheerfully, blissfully unaware that I was seconds away from losing it.
