Later, I realized I should’ve trusted my instincts about her.
She helped Emma with homework.
She braided her hair before school.
I should’ve trusted my instincts about her.
She remembered every little thing my daughter loved.
Right down to which cereal Emma would eat and which one she’d push around the bowl for twenty minutes.
At first, I was relieved.
Can you blame me?
You want the person raising your kid part-time to be good at it.
Then I started noticing the red flags.
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