After the school run, I stopped by Sarah’s office under the guise of a quick lunch. I wanted to see if there was any remorse, any crack in the entitlement.
“It’s just relentless,” Sarah sighed, scrolling through her phone as she picked at a salad. “The regional manager is breathing down my neck, and the nanny market is a nightmare right now. Honestly, I don’t know how people survive without free help.”
“It is a lot of work,” I said softly.
She laughed, a dry, distracted sound. “Well, at least you enjoy it. It keeps you busy, right?”
I nodded, keeping my secrets tucked away. She had no clue that the “free help” was about to become the most expensive lesson of her life
