For years, I trusted my housemaid with my most precious possession — my child. She was like family to us. I thought I had made the right decision by leaving her in charge whenever I had to go out.
She had proven herself reliable, and I had no reason to doubt her.
But everything changed one fateful afternoon when I returned home earlier than expected. The moment I stepped into the house, I knew something wasn’t right.
The housemaid was acting strange, her eyes darting nervously, and the usual sound of my child playing had gone silent, I felt an.
