I answered by stepping forward, forcing her inside. With the aloe plant set on the floor, I closed the door behind me and moved into her space. Before she could retreat out of my grasp, I framed her face with my palms. “I met Cathy.” Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” “You’re not my nanny anymore.” “No, not anymore.” Her mouth turned down. “Sorry.” “I’m not.” Then I kissed the sad look off her face.
