The Man in the Mirror

by Georgia Le Carre

Then, that moment of watching the top of Zach’s blond head appear between Jillian’s legs and feeling for the first time in my life fear, and a new sense of vulnerability. He was so small and helpless. What if I could not protect him? The feeling never left. I felt it even now as I stood over him. Outside the wind had picked up and it howled around the turrets of the castle.

I suddenly recalled reading a book by a Victorian servant. He said the best servant was an invisible one.