A small girl not older than five years sat on the sofa, her legs dangling beneath. She held a barbie doll with one arm and munching on a biscuit with the other while the television played spongebob cartoon in front of her. Laughter bubbled from her lips as her tiny fingers twirled the doll’s tangled yarn hair.
At the door, her nanny stood still, her eyes fixed on her watching the child like she was memorizing every detail of her face.
“It’s bedtime now missy,” the nanny said, her voice calm but a little distant.
She walked in, switched off the television without waiting for protest, and gently took the little girl's hand.
The little girl obeyed without question, carrying her doll as they made their way toward the stairs.
Just as they climbed up the stairs, the front door opened roughl
