Roxie’s POV
After Evans left the care center, I lingered for a while, making my way to Jennie’s room.
She was sound asleep, her small chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. I watched her, captivated by how much she resembled Olivia.
There was something so pure and innocent about her, a beauty that seemed untouched by the world’s harsh realities.
Who did she take after? Her father or her mother? I couldn’t help but wonder as I checked the clock.
It was forty minutes past two in the afternoon, just in time for the children’s second break.
The bell rang, and before I knew it, Eli and little Evans were standing behind me.
“Mummy, is Jennie okay?” Eli asked, his voice full of concern.
“Yes, she is,” I answered with a reassuring smile.
“Would you like to stay with her for
