It was a bright, beautiful Sunday morning. The waves were crashing gently against the boat making me sway softly back and forth. I opened the door to my balcony and took an immense breath of fresh air. The sweet smell of salt took over my body. On this day, I realized babysitting in the Bahamas wasn’t going to be as dreadful as I imagined. Every day at nap time, I was responsible for putting the kids down for a nap. It was the uneventful part of my trip. I was upstairs rocking Broen to sleep when I heard a roaring slam. I thought to myself, “Brittany must have forgotten something!” I continued to rock Broen until he was fast asleep. I was slowly moving down the stairs, until I noticed something unusual. Briggeston’s bedroom door was wide
