The morning sun in South Florida was already burning hot over the marble patio.
Sarah stood near the edge of the crystal water, holding a blue towel.
She looked down at the lush green grass near the luxury poolside lounge chairs.
A strange grey duffel bag was sitting half-hidden behind the lounge chair cushion.
Sarah frowned because she had never seen that cheap grey bag inside her house.
She leaned over and unzipped the top pocket of the fabric bag carefully.
Inside the duffel bag were dozens of brand new outfits for an infant baby.
Her heart gave a hard thud against her ribs as she picked up a tiny onesie.
The clothes still had store price tags attached to every single sleeve.
Sarah: Why are all these extra clothes packed up by the pool?
She turned around quickly when she heard rapid footsteps on the patio tiles.
Megan came rushing across the green grass with a look of pure panic.
The young nanny reached out her hand and snatched the duffel bag away.
Nanny Megan: You should not be going through my private personal things!
Sarah: Those are baby clothes bought for my son, Megan.
Nanny Megan: I bought them with my own money for his weekend trip.
Sarah: We never planned any weekend trip for him at all.
Sarah felt a sudden chill run down her spine despite the thick Florida heat.
Megan had been hired three months ago after Mark's wealthy father passed away.
The old man had left a massive real estate trust fund worth millions.
Mark was the sole heir to the entire family fortune and their luxury villa.
Megan was supposed to be a certified professional caregiver with top references.
Yet Sarah had caught her whispering late at night on the terrace phone.
Sarah stepped closer to the nanny and reached out toward the grey bag.
Sarah: Open that bag right now so I can see everything inside.
Nanny Megan: You do not own me, and you cannot search my belongings!
Megan backed away toward the sliding glass patio doors with a hard glare.
Sarah reached for the zipper again, but Megan pushed her arm away hard.
Sarah lost her footing on the wet grass near the edge of the pool.
She hit the lawn hard and felt tears of shock instantly fill her eyes.
Sarah: MY BABY! STOP!
Her sharp scream rang out across the entire backyard under the bright sun.
Inside the house, heavy footsteps began pounding across the hardwood living room floor.
Mark shoved the heavy sliding glass patio doors open with a loud thud.
He ran out onto the sunlit deck in his navy swim trunks, breathing heavily.
Mark: Sarah, what happened to you on the ground?
Sarah: She has the baby packed up in the stroller near the gate!