Rain began to fall soon after.
Andrew and Ryan remained standing in the courtyard. Their silhouettes held a stubborn yet fragile air.
From my vantage point on the second floor, I could see their looks of hurt and longing.
I simply found it amusing.
Could you even call it love when it came too late?
Moreover, I didn't believe Andrew regretted his actions because he'd realized he loved me, nor was Ryan missing me as his mother.
They were simply unused to being without a nanny.
I went downstairs and handed them an umbrella.
Andrew and Ryan were already drenched.
Ryan's pale little face and watery eyes fixed on me like a pleading puppy. Even Andrew's typically composed eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Seeing me approach, he spoke, "Jules, come back with me. Please."
I believed thi
