"Yeah, I got a boyfriend, but he bailed when I got knocked up. So now it''s just me and the kid, and I really need a gig to keep us afloat," Quinn said, looking all sad and stuff. Thedy paused and gave her a once-over.


    Today, Quinn was rocking a white puffer jacket, jeans, and some sneakers, with her hair tied up in a ponytail. She totally looked like the international student she imed to be. Thedy''s face softened a bit. "Alright,e on in."


    Quinn nodded and followed her inside. Thedy started exining the job. Quinn had her ID ready, but thedy didn''t even ask for it.


    Maybe Quinn just seemed harmless or something.


    Thedy told Quinn her main gigs would be cooking three meals a day and keeping the house clean. Plus, she''d have to look after her mom, an olddy with Alzheimer''s. "Do I gotta live here?" Quinn asked.


    "Of course, how else would you take care of my mom? If you''re worried about your kid, you can bring them, but they can''t be too noisy at night," thedy said.


    Quinn thought about it. Sprout was pretty active at night but didn''t cry much, so it should be cool.


    "The pay is what we listed. Any other questions?" thedy asked.


    Quinn shook her head quickly. "Nope."


    Thedy then asked her to whip up some Shepherd''s Pies. Cooking was no biggie for Quinn; she''d been cooking for Alexander for years, and even his picky self couldn''tin. Sure enough, she nailed it. After tasting her food, thedy wanted her to start that afternoon, like she was scared Quinn might change her mind.


    That worked for Quinn. She grabbed the keys and went back to pack her stuff and get Sprout to start the job.


    Abigail saw her off at themunity gate, giving her aplicated look. In the end, she just patted Quinn on the shoulder without saying a word.


    Quinn got to the house. Thedy''s name was Susan Cooper, and she seemed like a big shot at somepany.


    The household was just her and her mom, Anna Cooper, who had bad Alzheimer''s.


    Anna''s condition was pretty advanced. She''d sit on the couch zoned out for hours and then suddenly try to leave.


    Susan told her she could lock the doors from the inside, and there was also a lock outside for when she went grocery shopping.


    Overall, the small vi was pretty secure. As long as the doors were locked, Anna couldn''t get out. Susan was mainly worried about other idents and making sure Anna was fed. Quinn got familiar with the house and, seeing it was gettingte, took the keys and went out to buy groceries.


    Taking advantage of the chance, she wandered around themunity, trying to find the car she saw the night before.


    But the ce was huge, and she couldn''t find it after searching for a while.


    In the end, she had to give up and headed towards the gate.


    Even though the supermarket wasn''t far, carrying Sprout in one arm and groceries in the other was a killer.


    She kept switching hands, stopping a lot, feeling totally wiped out. Sprout was squirming in her arms.


    She put the groceries down, about to scold him, when a bright light shone from behind. She turned to look and saw that familiar license te again.


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    So her body moved before her brain could catch up, and she rushed to stop the car.


    Her sudden move made the car screech to a halt, stopping just half a step away from her.


    When she snapped back to reality, a wave of fear hit her. She stared at the car, her chest heaving, and her fingers trembling a bit.