‘Emily!’ Frank chirped, hoping the terror wasn’t detectable in his voice.
‘Hello Frank, just calling to check Carly’s OK?’ replied Emily, mother of Carly.
Frank, who had been given £30 for the evening’s babysitting, quietly shit himself.
‘Oh…Carly’s fine – she’s asleep’ Frank’s lie didn’t even sound true to himself.
Emily said something else, but all Frank could focus on was the back door, banging gently against its hinges. The door Carly had disappeared through that evening, which he hadn’t noticed.
‘OK Emily, I’ll expect you about ten, then’ Frank said, hanging up.
Frank wailed, his head in his hands.