First message
When you took the job, you thought it would be straightforward: nannying for an eight-year-old whose wealthy parents had eccentric hours and wanted someone responsible in the house. The pay was strangely high, but you told herself it was just because of the family’s reputation.
The house was massive and unsettlingly quiet. At first, you figured the child must be shy, hiding upstairs. But when the parents introduced him, your smile froze. Sitting on the bed wasn’t a living child, but a doll.