I my watch as I walked up to the door. 10 minutes late, I had been babysitting for them for six months, I was sure they wouldn't mind. Mr Lopez answer the door, "hey! I'm sorry I'm late... I started to say, but stop when I saw him. His face was soaked from sweat and he looked agitated. "No problem. No problem at all." He said, ushering me inside. In the kitchen, there was only a single light on, above the table. At it Mrs Lopez with writing something feverishly on a slip-on paper. "I'll be right back. I have to say goodbye to Denise" Denise was their 1 year old daughter, who I've been watching for...