I Found Out My Son’s Nanny Was Secretly Taking Him to an Abandoned Basement Every Day — What I Discovered There Made Me Go Pale

I felt a sudden tightness in my chest. That diary. I hadn’t thought about it in years. I could barely remember writing in it, let alone the dreams I had poured into its pages.

Liam continued, his voice growing even quieter. “But you said your parents pressured you to become a doctor instead, and it made you really sad.”

I felt my breath catch. I’d buried those feelings so deep that I had almost forgotten they ever existed. And here was my son, reminding me of a dream I’d long since given up.

Liam’s eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. “I just—I just wanted to make you happy, Mom.” His voice cracked a little, and he swallowed hard. “So, I asked Grace if she could help me build you a place to sew. We’ve been coming here after school every day to work on it.”

I stared at him, my heart full but aching all at once. “Liam…” I whispered, barely able to speak.

“We saved up,” he added quickly, pointing to the big cardboard box. “We got you something special.”

I glanced at Grace, who was now standing beside him, her hands clasped in front of her. She smiled, a bit sheepishly, but there was warmth in her eyes.

“He used all the money he saved from birthdays,” she explained softly. “We found a thrift store with a sewing machine that was in great condition. It turned into a little project for us.”

A sewing machine? My heart felt like it might burst. I slowly sank to my knees, my hands trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.