Emily's POV

　　"I'll be going now, my love. Please take care, I'll be home soon, I just need to give something to my client," I told the babysitter. Crouching down, I kissed his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

　　The babysitter smiled at me. She was quite young, probably sixteen, and she was both quiet and shy. I realized how comfortable my son was around her. I couldn't leave him on his own, even though I was going somewhere nearby. I wanted him to be safe ...