I came home and my daughter was gone with the babysitter Her AirTag showed she was at the airport
I’m a single mom to a five-year-old girl, Lily. Since she had been feeling unwell in the past few days, I hired a babysitter, Jessica — a sweet and reliable college student with excellent references — to watch her while I worked.
That Friday, I came home expecting to hear laughter, cartoons playing on the TV… something. But I was greeted by a heavy silence.
No Lily. No Jessica.
I searched every room in the house, panic building with each step.
No one.
Heart pounding, I tried calling Jessica. No answer. I called again — voicemail.
That’s when I noticed something crucial was missing: Lily’s favorite pink backpack. The one she took everywhere.
And in that backpack… an AirTag.
With trembling hands, I opened the tracking app.
Her location popped up:
The airport.
A chill ran down my spine.
I grabbed my keys and rushed outside, app open, frantically refreshing.
Same location: the airport.
What was happening?
As soon as I arrived, I ran through the terminal, scanning every face. Then I saw it.
That pink backpack.
Lily. Jessica.
But they weren’t alone.
“What are you doing?!” I shouted.
What started as an ordinary workday suddenly turned into a waking nightmare.
The moment I stepped through the front door, an eerie, unnatural silence wrapped around me.
My heart froze: my five-year-old daughter Lily, and our longtime babysitter Jessica — someone I had always trusted — were nowhere to be found.
The house held no clues. No note, no hastily scribbled message. Nothing. Just an unsettling emptiness, amplified by the oppressive quiet.
Then my eyes landed on a detail that shook me: Lily’s favorite pink backpack was gone.
A wave of emotion crashed over me as I ran toward them.
Brenda, true to her usual arrogance, tried to reassure me: according to her, they were “just taking Lily to the seaside” so she could get some fresh air and recover.
Jessica looked completely shaken — she genuinely believed I was aware of the trip and would be joining them.
Reality hit me like a freight train: they had planned this trip behind my back, and Jessica had been kept in the dark.
This wasn’t just a misunderstanding. It was a serious decision made without me.
The tension drew the attention of airport security, who quickly intervened.
Around us, passersby stopped, watching the scene in shock.
Daniel, visibly uncomfortable, silently backed away. Brenda eventually gave in, confronted with the obvious.
I held Lily tightly in my arms, overcome with relief.
Jessica looked at me with deep shame and offered a heartfelt apology. It was clear she too had been deceived.
I simply told her we’d talk about it later — my mind was too overwhelmed to say more.
But one thing was certain:
They thought they could make such a serious decision without me.
They’re about to find out how wrong they were.
