My Mother-in-Law Volunteered to Watch Our Kids for a Week Over the Holidays—But When I Went to Pick Them Up, My Heart Shattered

Jean opened her mouth to reply, but I shook my head, cutting her off. “I trusted you. And you broke that trust—not just with me, but with them.

I won’t let this happen again.”

She looked down, her face crumpling, but I had no room for her regret at that moment. My kids needed me. As I walked to the car, Lucas finally broke the silence.

“Mom?”

I looked down at him, my heart aching at the uncertainty in his voice. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Are we ever coming back here?” he asked softly. I tightened my grip on his hand and said, “No, buddy.

Not until Grandma learns how to treat you the way you deserve.”

Sophie stirred in my arms, whispering, “Good.”

And with that, I buckled them into the car and drove away, leaving behind the house, the garden, and a part of my trust I’d never get back.