Love Cameron:
"Mommy, we're worn out. Why can't we head back home?" Imogen grumbled, barely keeping awake and squirming in the back seat.
I understood her exhaustion; after all, she was just a kid. We hadn't disclosed to the children that we were searching for their father or aunt.
Glancing back, I saw Elijah dozing in his car seat. "Darren! Something's up; they're getting restless," I whispered, anxious for when this turmoil would end and we could resume a normal life.
"Why don't we find a babysitter? Seems like we'll be on the road a while," Darren proposed. Despite my reluctance--ever since the a*******n, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving my kids with anyone--I had to prioritize their comfort.
"But we've never hired a babysitter before," I murmured, letting out a soft sigh.
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