I Was Just the Babysitter… Until She Disappeared

At 19, I babysat Evan, whose mom, Rachel, vanished after leaving for a gala. She never returned by midnight as promised, and her phone went to voicemail. A news report confirmed her disappearance, and I found her cracked phone in the bathroom. A man, Daniel, arrived claiming to know her, but seemed suspicious. Rachel’s phone revealed a text: “He knows. I’m going to tell the babysitter everything.” Frightened, I took Evan and called the police. Days later, Rachel’s body was found in her car,

stored under Daniel’s name. Evan later revealed Rachel’s secret: a photo behind the fridge showed her bruised, with a powerful man—not Daniel—in the background. I gave it to the police, leading to a quiet arrest amid rumors of a cover-up. Rachel’s murder exposed a web of corruption, and I never babysat again, haunted by her trust in me.