After My Live-In Nanny Abused My Son

When my live-in nanny asked if her grandson could move in with us, I felt bad for her and agreed. I even bumped her pay by five hundred dollars a month.

At first, things went well. She was quick with her chores, and the two boys had each other for company.

Gradually, though, things took a sour turn.

With the grocery money I provided daily, she bought exclusively what her grandson liked.

When I bought expensive organic cherries, she picked through the bowl and handed the biggest, plumpest ones to her own grandson first.