Why My Family Tried to Sign Away My Life Without My Consent
“A babysitter?” Linda asked, her voice dripping with disgust. “You are paying a stranger to watch your own family?”
“She is a licensed professional,” I said. “She will be in charge of the children tonight.”
“And where will you be?” Linda asked.
“That is none of your business,” I said.
I looked at the children, who were watching us with wide, silent eyes.
“They will sleep in the guest room,” I said. “And tomorrow morning, everything changes.”
“We are leaving for the airport in two hours,” Hannah said. “Our flight to Europe is at midnight.”
“Then you had better get going,” I said.
“Mark,” Linda said, her voice dropping back into that low, threatening register. “Don’t think you can outsmart this.”
“I am not trying to outsmart you, Mother,” I said. “I am protecting myself.”
“We still have the phone numbers,” Linda said.
“I know you do,” I said.
I turned to Luis.
“Luis, please allow the nanny up when she arrives,” I said. “Her name is Sarah.”
“Of course, Mr. Collins,” Luis said.
I looked back at my mother and my sister.