Little Roy was supposed to be in bed
thirty minutes ago. The babysitter lost track of time of time while helping Roy
look for his first missing tooth. “Miss Sarah, will the Tooth Fairy give me
money if we don’t find my tooth?” Roy asked trying not to stutter.
Sarah
said hesitantly, “Of course, the Tooth Fairy knows where every tooth in the
world is, so she’ll know to leave the reward for you when she finds yours.” She
was making this up as she was going along. There was nothing about handling
Tooth Fairies and missing teeth in the book for babysitting 101. “Let’s brush
the teeth you have left and get ready for story time before bed.”
After reading Roy a story about Transformers, she tucked him into bed and whispered, “Goodnight, Roy.”
One thing led to another and somehow Sarah was no longer looking for Roy’s tooth. She found herself snooping around her employer’s house. She wouldn’t have stopped snooping after that first drawer had she not heard Mrs. Horn open the garage door. She wouldn’t have stopped snooping because of the photograph she found of children Roy’s age. The children looked alive. Why would Mrs. Horn have a photo of dead children? These weren’t just any children. These were children with their eyes gouged out and bloody tears staining their cheeks. Sarah managed to control the fear in her voice when she said, “Good evening, Mrs. Horn.”