Lessie's POV
When I returned to the room, I wasn’t surprised to find it empty. The secretary downstairs had mentioned that the nanny took the kids out and left the key.
The quietness of the house brought me a bit of relief. How would I have explained my swollen face if the kids had seen it?
The bed was neatly made, so I climbed in and stared up at the ceiling. I expected my mind to keep racing, but surprisingly, I felt myself drifting off, and soon I was fast asleep.
It was the children’s voices that woke me later.
“Shh, Jasmine, Mommy’s sleeping,” I heard James whisper.
“But Mommy looks pale,” Jasmine replied, concerned.
“James is right, Jasmine. Let Mommy rest and don’t disturb her,” their nanny said softly.
I almost sat up, but hearing their nanny’s words, I decided to stay put
