A simple babysitting job turned into my worst nightmare when I came home to find my babysitter and daughter missing! When I learned what had happened, who was behind it, and why, I was livid.
My ex-husband, Daniel, and I divorced two years ago in a messy split. His mother, Brenda, had never liked me, but after the divorce, her dislike turned into something personal and relentless. She blamed me for everything that went wrong in Daniel’s life and made sure I knew it.
The only reason I ever interacted with her was because of our daughter, Lily. At five years old, she was the brightest part of my life. That week, she had caught a mild cold. I hated leaving her, but I couldn’t take more time off work. Daycare wouldn’t accept sick children, and I didn’t want to ask Daniel or Brenda for help. So, I called Jessica, our trusted babysitter.
That Friday evening, I arrived home ready to comfort Lily, but something was off. The house was silent—no cartoons, no humming from Jessica, nothing. My stomach dropped.
“Lily?” I called. “Jessica?”
No response.
Frantic, I checked every room. Nothing. Then I noticed—Lily’s pink backpack was gone. That’s when I remembered the AirTag I had hidden inside.
Heart pounding, I opened the app.
Her backpack was at the airport.
Panic surged through me. I grabbed my keys and rushed out, barely stopping at red lights, refreshing the app over and over. Still at the airport.
When I arrived, I frantically scanned the crowd—then I saw it. The pink backpack.
Jessica stood beside it, but she wasn’t alone. Lily, Daniel, and Brenda were with her.
Rage consumed me.
“What the hell is going on?!”
Jessica turned, eyes wide with panic. Daniel remained indifferent, and Brenda had the audacity to smile.
“Oh, Charlotte,” she said smoothly. “No need to make a scene, dear.”
I ignored her, rushing to Lily, who ran into my arms.
“Mommy! They said we were going to the beach!”
I froze. “The beach? Who told you that?”
Lily pointed at Brenda.
“You were taking her out of state? Without telling me?” My voice trembled with anger.
Brenda sighed. “Charlotte, honestly—”
“We’re taking her for treatment,” Daniel cut in. “You’re overreacting.”
“Treatment? She has a cold!”
“Sun and ocean air will fix her right up,” Brenda waved a hand dismissively. “We already booked the resort for two weeks.”
Jessica gasped. “Wait—what? You told me she knew! That she was meeting us here!”
I glared at her. “They lied to you, Jessica. They tricked you into bringing my daughter here.”
Jessica paled. “Oh my word! I—I didn’t know.”
By now, airport security had noticed. I squared my shoulders. “This is kidnapping!”
Brenda’s fake smile faltered. “Don’t be dramatic. This is just a misunderstanding.”
I laughed bitterly. “A misunderstanding? You lied, packed my daughter’s things, and bought plane tickets. What do you call that?”
As security moved in, Daniel sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine. Whatever. Take her.”
Without another word, I walked away, Lily clinging to me.
Jessica rushed after me, apologizing. “I didn’t hear my phone. When I arrived, they were already here. I’m so sorry, Charlotte.”
I was too drained to deal with it, but I knew she was innocent.
Hugging Lily tighter, I realized—this wasn’t over.
They thought they could control me.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.