Nora Vance needs steady work, and the evening shift with the Elms family seems easy enough: good pay, two well behaved children, and a father grateful enough for the help to make her wonder what she isn't being told.
She finds it in the babysitter's notebook left behind in a kitchen drawer, half filled with notes that stop abruptly mid page, as if the last sitter meant to write more and changed her mind. The children are careful with her from the first night, watchful in a way that has nothing to do with monsters under the bed, and certain of exactly one thing: never believe what their mother says after dark.
Then the separation everyone warned her about turns out not to be the story at all. The parent Nora has been quietly, instinctively afraid of is not the one the children keep warning her about, and by the time she understands why, she is already the only adult in the house who still doesn't know who to trust.
She has nowhere else to go. She has every reason to stay.
She should have listened to her instincts on the very first night.
A slow burn psychological thriller about the stories children are taught to tell.