The nanosecond that I read the story about the Krim family's unimaginable loss of two of their children allegedly at the hands of their nanny, I covered my mouth and a flood of fresh tears welled up in my eyes before I could even read the gruesome details. I'm not a crier — I'm just a parent. And the horror of losing my child is nothing close to unimaginable; it's a real fear you live with every day the moment you devote yourself to the care of another person, a raw nerve the world can sting at will.
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