“We went through seven nannies before you. All of them were beyond qualified for the job, yet none of them brought my kid back like you did.” Her chin wobbles. “I was doing my job.” “No. You were doing so much more than that.” I take a deep breath. “I don’t want to see Nico change back into the quiet boy who didn’t laugh, smile, or play music. God, it would destroy me to see him like that all over again. So I’m pleading—hell, I’m even willing to beg—if it convinces you to come back.”
