The Unexpected Bill
You know that feeling when you walk into your own home and everything feels just… off? Like, you know something’s wrong, but you can’t quite put your finger on it?
That’s exactly how I felt stepping back into our cozy little house after a grueling week-long business trip.
The usual warmth was missing, replaced by an eerie silence that made my stomach churn. Max’s toys were scattered across the living room, as usual, a little trail leading to the kitchen. I dropped my suitcase and followed it, hoping to find my little whirlwind of a son and maybe a warm hug.
Instead, I found something that made my blood run cold.
There it was, right on the counter, exactly where I’d left it—a crisp stack of $200. Money I’d left behind in case my son needed anything. And next to it, a note from Linda. My mother-in-law.
I could almost feel my pulse in my ears as I read it.
Emma,
Where is the rest? For my time taking care of Max this past week, you owe me $3,360. Nannies get paid $20 an hour.
Linda.
