And that’s when Ben proposed the solution.
“We should hire a part-time caregiver,” he said, like it was obvious.
It sounded reasonable. Responsible, even.
Then he added one detail that should’ve made me pause longer than it did.
“I already found someone.”
He “Already Found Someone”
Her name was Lena. 28.
Ben said she came recommended by a colleague. He used words like “amazing,” “patient,” “sweet.”
He even said: “She’ll be like a daughter to Mom.”
Something in my stomach tightened.
I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, caution, or just the sense that the script was moving too fast.
Then he told me the cost.
About $1,000 a week for part-time work.
I stared at him. “That’s steep.”
He didn’t blink. “She’s worth it. Mom deserves the best.”
He handed me a folder with credentials.
On paper, it looked fine.
In my gut, it didn’t.
Still, I let trust win.
Lena started the following Monday.
And from the moment she stepped into our home, the air changed.
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