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Her videos get shared, especially around town.
I told them both what happened. Erin’s jaw clenched, and Riley looked ready to grab a mic right then and there.
“Yes,” I said.
“Mom texted me photos and updates while she was babysitting.”
I showed her one. It was Lily asleep on the couch, with a little blanket over her. The caption read, “Finally down for her nap.
She played hard today.”
Riley leaned back and nodded. “Would your mom be willing to talk on camera?”
I hesitated. “She doesn’t like attention.”
“Then we’ll do it quietly.
No drama. Just the truth.”
She sat in Riley’s living room, her notebook on her lap, and explained everything. Her voice didn’t shake, and she didn’t cry.
She just said, “I trusted her. I thought we had an agreement. I feel foolish now.”
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