I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the door was left ajar until Nico throws it open. “Ellie?” He takes a step inside and halts. “Are you here? Dad made pancakes.” Unlike Nico, I haven’t been inside Ellie’s room since the day she moved in, but I can quickly tell something is off. From the empty closet full of hangers to the house key left on top of the dresser, hints of Nico’s previous nanny remain, although her belongings do not. “Where’s Ellie’s stuff?” Nico looks up at me with pinched brows.
