She told her mom the next morning, watching her face soften with relief and pride. “Take it,” her mom said, squeezing her hand. “It’ll be good for you.” And for the first time in a long time, Kayla felt hopeful, like maybe things were starting to shift in the right direction.
She couldn’t have known then how complicated it would all become. Or that stepping into the Reynolds’ home would put her in the middle of something she didn’t understand yet, something no babysitting training could have prepared her for.