Damon
Its been one week
Seven f*****g days.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours since Wren Aurora Hartley stormed into my house in that ridiculous oversized blazer, running her mouth like she owned the place and claiming she had “natural instincts” instead of actual childcare experience.
I should have fired her on the spot.
But instead... I let her stay.
And in that time, she’s done something no therapist, teacher, or nanny has managed to do in over a year.
She brought my son back to life.
Liam.
My quiet, guarded, heartbreakingly still little boy is laughing.
Laughing.
And not the polite, hesitant kind of laugh either.. the full-belly, snot-nosed, paint-on-your-face, four-year-old giggle that shakes his tiny shoulders and fills the whole damn house.
I’m leaning against the wall,
