Morning came too soon.
The light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but it felt heavy on Rose’s skin. She sat at the edge of her bed, her fingers curled around the envelope in her hands. Her resignation letter.
Her fifth version.
She had rewritten it over and over, not because she doubted the decision, but because every version felt incomplete. Every word read like a goodbye she wasn’t quite ready to say. The ink was smudged in places where her hands had trembled and where her tears had landed.
This wasn’t just a job anymore. It hadn’t been for a long time.
She’d started as Ella’s nanny, quietly slipping into a household that felt like another planet. A fortress of cold walls, silent rooms, and a man who barely looked at her. But slowly, she’d seen glimpses of warmth of a
