Desperate for help, we hired Sabine, a quiet 24-year-old nanny, for our son, Dorian, 7, who was grieving his grandma’s death. Dorian adored Sabine, but finding a photo of him labeled “MY BOY” in her bag sparked alarm. Confronted, Sabine tearfully confessed she believed Dorian was her son, Milo, whom she’d given up for adoption three years prior. Though our adoption records disproved this, her grief was real. Despite Ronan’s push to fire her, our son’s psychologist advised stability, warning sudden loss could harm Dorian. We allowed Sabine to stay,
requiring counseling and transparency. She complied, rebuilding trust. Months later, Sabine enrolled in early childhood education, inspired by Dorian to help other kids. She became a family friend, visiting often. Dorian later reflected, “I’m glad we helped her.” Sabine’s mistake, born of loss, taught us compassion over anger heals deeper, giving us all a second chance.
