Avery's Point of View
"More sprinkles, Mommy! Look, it's a rainbow mountain!"
Jasmine’s joyful chatter faded into the background as I stared aimlessly at my melting iced coffee. We were sitting in a small, brightly lit ice cream parlor three blocks away from the hotel. I had immediately intercepted her and Sarah, the college student I’d hired as a temporary nanny, in the side corridor before they could pull me back out to the main driveway. My hands were still trembling so badly when I ordered that I’d nearly dropped my wallet.
"Yes, sweetie, a very beautiful mountain," I murmured, forcing a warm smile as I reached across the small pastel table to wipe a smudge of pink strawberry ice cream from her chin.
"Are you okay, Dr. Sinclair?" Sarah asked gently from the adjacent chair, her eyes
