At 19, I used to babysit a little boy. His mom was super beautiful. She would leave the house at 7 p.m.
and return before midnight. One night, she didn’t return. I was worried; she didn’t answer my calls.
At 3 a.m., I turned on the TV—and froze when I saw her.
Fortunately, she was released after the authorities couldn’t find any evidence of her involvement.
When I saw her again, she explained that she’d only been dating him for a few months and hadn’t known about his shady activities. The poor woman was heartbroken and remained genuinely devastated for months.
