UrbanSitter 2025-09-28T15:50:05Z
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Rain lashed against the office windows like pebbles on a tin roof as I stared at my manager’s Slack message blinking ominously: "Emergency client call in 15. Mandatory." My throat tightened instantly, acid rising as I glanced at the clock. 2:47 PM. Lily’s preschool pickup window slammed shut at 3:10 sharp, and the commute took nineteen minutes on a good day. That familiar metallic taste of panic flooded my mouth - the same visceral dread I felt last month when I’d sprinted through parking lot pu
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My knuckles went bone-white around the steering wheel, rain slashing the windshield like tiny knives. Somewhere in the blur, a red light glared. My phone buzzed incessantly on the passenger seat – Mom’s third call. Dad’s surgery had gone sideways, they needed me *now*, but the daycare closed in 45 minutes. Panic, cold and metallic, flooded my mouth. Ella, my five-year-old, couldn’t be left waiting alone on that rainy curb. Frantically, I thumbed my phone awake, scrolling past useless contacts. B