19

“He’s so good with her. He has been since the very beginning.”

I wanted so desperately to pick her brain, but I knew how inappropriate that was, so I said, “It sounds like they’re lucky to have each other.”

She was silent for a few moments while listening to the app give the next instruction and then asked, “Now that you’re starting school, will you be working as well or just focusing on classes?”

“Oh, no. I need a job.” I traced my fingers against the glass, staring at the palm trees that lined the street. “I haven’t begun looking for one, but it’s on the agenda along with getting a bed and furniture—I have nothing.” We connected eyes as she slowed for the stop sign. “I have so much to do. I’m what I call a hot mess.”

“I can take one thing off your plate. I have the perfect job for you. You could be Eve’s nanny.”

My hand immediately went to my chest. “Me?”

“If you helped homeschool three children and you’re going to UCLA to become a teacher, there isn’t a person more suited than you.