Ashley
Maggie stood there, her kind eyes filled with concern. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she wore her usual uniform of comfortable jeans and a soft cardigan that always smelled faintly of vanilla and baby powder.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to compose myself. "I didn't hear you come in."
"I was just getting Harvey settled with his afternoon snack," she said, stepping further into the room. Her voice carried a slight hesitation, as if she wasn't sure whether she should intrude. "I couldn't help but hear... that is, the voices were raised, and I wanted to make sure everything was alright."
Of course she heard. Heat flooded my cheeks with embarrassment. The last thing I wanted was for Harvey's caretaker to witness the dysfunction between his parents. But she a
