Katherine’s POV
Before Nanny Sarah could turn around and spot me, I quickly crouched down, hiding in the corner behind a large wooden cabinet.
I held my breath as I heard her voice, sharp with suspicion.
“What was that?” she said, and then I heard her footsteps—slow but deliberate—as she started walking toward where I was hiding.
Panic rose inside me. I have to get out of here before she finds me!
But then, suddenly, a thought clicked in my head:
Why am I even hiding from Nanny Sarah?
It’s not like I was doing anything wrong.
With a small breath to calm myself, I stood up from my crouched position, stepping fully into view.
The moment her eyes landed on me, she flinched hard, like someone who had just been caught in the middle of committing a crime. The guilty look plastered acros
