Angela has basically blown my mind and I’m totally speechless. There’s no way that she’s trying to tell me I could go after Neil if I want, but the way she’s talking, clarifying how little they do with each other romantically, I’m not sure how else to interpret it. “He’s a good man,” Angela says.
I shrug. Yeah, that’s true. “I am her Nanny.” “You don’t act this… tenderly with anyone else.” “No. Of course not.” The look on his face confuses me. Gods, I’m having a day. Did everyone get together behind my back and decide to have a confuse the hell out of Chloe day? I must be out of my m
I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not hiding in the bathroom, but I definitely am. It’s been an hour since I ran away from Neil, and I’m not ready to come out. That is, until I hear someone come into Mia’s room. I’m in the attached bathroom. If it’s Neil returning Mia, I don’t want to reveal
He searches my face. My gaze stills on my forehead where some of my hair has come loose from my ponytail. Slowly, gently, he reaches up and brushes back those loose strands. When he’s done, his fingers stay on my face. They trail, feather light, over my cheek and down the column of my neck. Then h
Neil and I run to the baby’s room. Mia’s cries are loud through the monitor, but they are even louder in person. I rush to her crib side and peer down. She threw up on herself. There’s light green goopy vomit down the front of her onesie. Some has spilled over, down onto the crib sheet. “She got
“Yeah.” I hold Mia to me and we start walking. I follow Neil’s lead. I think he might lead me outside where a car would be waiting. Instead, he takes me down, down into an underground garage. Two dozen cars of various sizes and colors line the room. Some look like older models than others, but all
I smell it before I really think about why Mia is likely so upset. It’s thunder storming, Neil’s driving crazy, it’s late and she’s still up and outside. She has any number of reasons to be crying. But that smell. Yeah, that’s definitely poop. And it is pungent. Even in the dark car, lit only
“You have to wait.” She doesn’t look up. “I’m busy.” “I have a sick baby,” I say. I shuffle Mia to the other side, closer to the woman’s line of vision. “She needs to see a doctor.” “Everyone needs to see a doctor,” the woman says. “You have to wait until I’m ready for you to be seen.” Neil’s