One evening, Mark surprised me. “I booked us a spa overnight. Just one night. No monitors or interruptions.”
Mrs. Higgins insisted we go. “You both look exhausted. You deserve rest. The boys will be perfectly fine. I promise.”
Still, I couldn’t fully relax.
That morning, before we left, I secretly installed a nanny camera in the living room.
Mrs. Higgins insisted we go.
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At 8:45 p.m., while Mark and I sat in plush white robes at the spa lounge, I opened the app.
The boys were asleep in the living room. Mrs. Higgins sat on the couch. She wasn’t knitting or watching television. She was just sitting there. Then she looked around the room slowly and carefully.
A cold sensation crept up my spine.
She reached up and lifted off her gray hair.
It came off in one piece. It was a wig!
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might faint.
She reached up and lifted off her gray hair.
Underneath the wig was short, dark hair.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.