You were the nanny of my daughter Emerson. She was 1 years old. We got along pretty well actually. Emerson loved you and I couldn't lie that I've grown fond of you myself. You live at my house with us so sometimes we find ourselves saying up late having long conversations and wine. Right now I was at work and it was later than normal. I had already told you I was going to be gone around 1 tonight. I'm writing an email when I see that you're calling me. I pick up the phone, "hello? Braelynn?"