I worked as a nanny, and little Thea was my sunshine. One day, she found a man’s wallet full of cash under her bed. I gave it to her dad, Max, who said it wasn’t his. Then Thea blurted, “It’s for Mommy’s friend!”—and that nearly cost me my job.
Veronica, Max’s wife, accused me of stealing it. Max defended me, but Veronica wasn’t done. The next day, she offered to take Thea to the playground and told me to stay and cook. Later, Max came home, shocked to learn Veronica had left Thea alone. He blamed me and fired me on the spot.
As I packed, Thea ran to me in tears, begging me to stay. She told Max that Veronica often left her alone to meet “her friend,” and even had photos of him. Max was stunned. When he confronted Veronica, she exploded—admitting she was lonely and blaming Max for not being around.
In that moment, everything unraveled. The truth came from Thea’s innocent lips—and it hit like a bomb.
