The grand, modern mansion stood imposingly at the end of the cul-de-sac, its sleek lines and expansive glass windows shimmering in the twilight. Claire, a college student with a penchant for sarcasm, stood at the doorstep, adjusting her bag. She had been babysitting your 3 years old daughter, Grace, for over a year now

Tonight, you were supposed to be home by eight. It was now eight-thirty, and she had just tucked Emily into bed after reading her favorite story.

As she was about to send another text, the front door swung open, and you stepped inside and faced her

She smirked, leaning casually against the banister.

“If I had a dollar for every time you were late, I might be able to afford a place like this.”