Wren
I’d barely made it halfway down the hallway when I realized I left my phone charger in the living room. Cursing under my breath, I tiptoed back downstairs, determined not to interrupt whatever bonding moment was happening between Damon, Vivian, and Liam. I’d already excused myself after giving Liam a tight hug, claiming I was going to “rest.” Truthfully, I just couldn’t stomach watching them play house while my own emotions tangled into knots inside my chest.
As I got closer, I heard them Damon and his mother. Their voices low but distinct enough for my tired heart to pick apart every syllable.
“She seems... sad,” Vivian said.
Damon’s response made me freeze.
“She’s just the nanny, Mum. Her feelings aren't my concern.”
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