My phone buzzed on the counter again.
I didn’t even need to look. I already knew.
Still, I checked the screen. A message from our newest babysitter, Bella:
“Hi Ivy, I’m sorry, but I won’t be continuing with your family. Thank you for understanding.”
That was it. No explanation. No hint of what went wrong.
I stood frozen, reading the message again, hoping I’d somehow misread it. But it was clear as day—babysitter number four in two weeks had just walked out on us.
