Every day, my son’s babysitter led him to a worn-down building… Curious and increasingly uneasy, I made the decision to trail them.
Lately, Hugo wasn’t himself. He seemed tired, emotionally distant.
He’d come home looking drained, dark circles shadowing his eyes. He avoided eye contact and kept to himself more than usual. My instincts screamed that something wasn’t right.
Léa, his nanny, had been with us for over a year. She was kind and soft-spoken, always punctual. But something about her behavior recently had shifted.
“We’re just staying in, playing quietly,” she’d assure me with that serene smile.
