“Use your words, not your hands.” He tries to pull himself free of my hold. “No.” “Nicolas,” I beg. “You know I couldn’t let her stay after what happened.” “She’s my best friend.” Desperation bleeds into his voice. “She was your nanny.” “No! You don’t understand!” He tries to break out of my hold and fails. “She wanted to tell you, but I told her not to.” A single tear rolls down his cheek.
