“You’re perfect to me.” Mila interlocks her fingers with mine, squeezes, then closes her eyes. She swallows hard, and I can tell she’s holding back her emotions.
“Sweetheart. Please don’t cry,” I beg. “This is supposed to be a really happy time for you.”
Maize giggles in her Jumperoo, pulling us both away from the moment. When Mila turns and looks back at me, I tilt my head and study her face.
“I’m trying not to. I promise.” Her voice cracks.
“It’s not forever. It’s just a trial run.” I smirk, referring to that first day she showed up and said she was the nanny.
She narrows her eyes at me with a scowl, not amused by my joke. “I’m just afraid that if I leave, I won’t come back to the same thing we have now. Then I think…what if I love it? What if I hate it? What if I go to Georgia and
