Chapter 2
The moment my father saw what was sitting on the counter, he stopped arguing and started looking closer. The nanny was still holding my daughter, refusing to let anyone take her after what had happened. My stepmother tried to explain, but every word only raised more questions.
The missing papers from the will were no longer the only problem. There was a pattern, and my father finally started connecting the moments he had dismissed before.
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For weeks, he had trusted the wrong person because he wanted to believe his family was safe. Now he had to face the possibility that someone inside his own home had been carefully creating “accidents” while waiting for the right moment.
The nanny reached for the item on the counter and handed it to him. What he saw next forced him to question everything he thought he knew about the woman standing in front of him.
