I went back to work when my youngest, Nancy, turned two.
Not because I had to—but because I wanted more.
More stability. More independence. A life where my daughters could see me stand on my own feet.
Liam said he supported me.
He said all the right things. That he was proud. That we were a team. That he’d help however he could.
And I believed him.
So I hired a nanny.
The first one was Stacy.
She was warm, calm, the kind of woman children trust instantly. Within a day, Annabel was following her around the house, and Nancy wouldn’t let go of her hand.
For three days, everything felt… right.
Then Liam came home early from a business trip.
