We came home after four in the morning to a lawn covered in cups, bottles, and pizza boxes, but every neighbor on the street swore they had heard nothing. The stranger part was that our babysitter insisted she had seen nothing either.
My sister got married on Saturday.
We left the kids at two in the afternoon and got home at 10 past four in the morning.
The headlights swung onto our drive and lit up the front lawn, and my husband stopped the car halfway in.
There were cups on the grass.
Plates and bottles in the flowerbed.
A pizza box lay open by the front step.
Paper plates piled all the way down to the fence.
My husband, Mark, said, “What the hell happened here?”
Our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe, had been sitting with our kids since we walked out the door.
She’s 17.
We’ve known her since she was in a car seat.
She’d babysat Mia plenty of times before.
Our son, Noah, was 14, so really she was there more for Mia and to make sure nobody burned the house down.
I had trusted her completely.
I put my key in the lock, and the door swung before I turned it.
The hallway was covered.
Cups, plates, somebody’s jacket, and a paper crown from a burger place we don’t eat at.
It went through the kitchen and straight out the back door.
The garden behind the house was worse than the front.
There were empty soda bottles, napkins, and pizza crusts.
A plastic tablecloth was half hanging off the patio table.
My daughter, Mia, was asleep on the living room sofa.
Six years old, still in her day clothes, curled up on her side in the middle of all of it.
Chloe was sitting in the armchair by the window with her phone face down on the arm.
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