The babysitter is missing. This was inevitable, Helen thinks. She is being punished for staying out late on a Monday night, for not being able to breastfeed, for getting implants, for going back to work so quickly. For making the nanny work overtime too often. The babysitter is gone and the babysitter’s parents are sitting in Helen’s living room at 5:15 a.m., crying and shouting and arguing. Allan is making coffee and phoning the police. Katherine is sleeping through everything. Helen has checked on her twice.
“What time did she leave?” the babysitter’s father keeps asking.
“I’ve told you, one or so? Ten after? Quarter to? I’m not sure exactly. Allan saw her walking down the street towards Bloor.”
“Oh my God, oh my God,” the babysitter’s mother moans.
“She had a boy over,” Helen says.
