My Best Friend Asked Me to Watch Her Kids for an Hour—She Never Came Back, Until Seven Years Later
It was a Friday evening, and I had just kicked off what I thought would be a quiet night: a glass of wine, a feel-good rom-com, and nothing on the agenda. But life had other plans.
There was a knock at the door. Standing there was my best friend, Christina—shaken, pale, with her two sons in tow. Five-year-old Dylan clung to her leg. She cradled baby Mike in one arm. Her voice trembled:
“Can you watch them for just an hour? I need to see a doctor.”
Without hesitation, I said yes. Christina had always been the strong one—independent, capable, always holding it together. Seeing her this fragile shook me.
She kissed her boys goodbye and promised she’d be right back.
She never returned.
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