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“Snacks and ice cream for my favorite girls.” Sophie clapped her hands, taking the cookies eagerly. “Thanks, Uncle Larry!” Lauren narrowed her eyes. “Are you bribing her now?” Larry straightened, holding up his hands innocently. “Bribing? No. I’m simply showing my appreciation for the little ray of sunshine in this house. Someone’s gotta counterbalance your storm clouds. But I got you some ice cream too.” Lauren crossed her arms. “How thoughtful.” Larry smirked, plopping down on the armchair across from her. “So, how’s babysitting going? Sophie giving you a hard time?”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I didn't know any of the other faces staring back at me thank fuck, but they were still someone's kid, so he had me there. There was no way of telling if they'd already been snatched, or if they were still home tucked up warm in bed, with no idea that their lives were in danger. The book was obviously a few years old because of the wear on the plastic, and the fact that I knew babygirl's picture was at least five years old. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.

But I couldn't bring myself to leave. “Good morning, sir.” the babysitter greeted Christopher as she stopped up for him to sit down beside Liam on the floor. Christopher replied to the babysitter's greeting with a curt nod. He sat down beside Liam and placed a palm on his back. “Hey, big guy,” Christopher said with a smile. He reached out and adjusted the sketchbook on Liam's lap, his touch gentle and affectionate. “How's your drawing coming along?” “Good.” Liam beamed with a smile. He raised his head from his drawing and raised the sketchbook for Christopher to see.

She sounds divine to me. "Look," Emma almost whispers. I open my eyes and find the book before me, an illustration of the scene Emma just read on the page. It's in black and white but I still appreciate what the artist is conveying. The character drawn has their features exaggerated and the dark lines around them shows struggle, the pull of magic, the force that no child should face. "That's intense," I say. "Definitely not a children's book."

"A baby?" She nodded solemnly. "Yes. In the earlier pictures, we couldn't tell the gender. But in the later ones, we figured out it was a baby boy from the colors and designs of the clothes. The pictures were organized in the album. There were labels indicating how many months old the baby was and the year. But the latest picture of the baby was only up to one-year-old. There were no more after that." I fell silent for a moment, contemplating. But that wasn't what concerned me the most. What bothered me now was why they had meddled with Auntie's belongings. "Does Uncle know you looked at the album? You shouldn't have been poking around."

To make sure she was real. On the fourth day, I brought my best drawing. It was a picture of all of us — me, Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma — standing in the garden with butterflies everywhere. I had drawn Grandma with strong colors so she wouldn’t look sick. I held it behind my back when I finally walked inside. “I made this for you,” I said, pushing the paper toward her quickly before I could change my mind. Grandma Eliana took it with both hands like it was made of glass. Her eyes got shiny the way Mommy’s do sometimes.

Vanessa sat at the chair she'd stood up from earlier and faced him, her chest heaving up and down. "Relax. I won't charge you for the damages you caused to the book and sitting on my chair without my permission, lady." Jack 'reasssured' her and then took out a document from on of the drawers in the table closest to him. He threw it towards Vanessa who caught it and opened the first page to read its content. It was the contract document that she'd need to sign before becoming the official babysitter/ mommy for Lisa. She started to read carefully and frowned at the contents.

The first few messages are about Alpha’s little sister going to Golden Hunters and how they’re enemies now, just great. Seeing that I can't read all the texts, I exit. Going to my ‘Babysitting gurus.’ Group chat which just has thirty-five messages, it’s a group for babysitters in the pack, it consists of me and five other girl’s: Lexi, Jane, Tiana, Evelyn and Grace who I would slimy call friends. The first message is from Tiana. Tiana: Guy’s I hear Camilla left, Milla where are you? Confirm‼!