Elena's POV
The heavy oak door swung inward, revealing Yvon. In her arms, slumbering peacefully, was Darius, his head nestled against her shoulder. “Shh,” Yvon murmured, raising a finger to her lips as her eyes met mine. A whisper of a smile touched my lips. I reached out, my index finger gently brushing the soft skin of Darius’s cheek. He stirred faintly but stayed lost in sleep.
“Just drop him in the other room, Yvon,” I instructed softly, nodding towards the adjoining door that led to the guest apartment’s second bedroom. “The bed should be made up.”
Yvon disappeared, and then the nanny, a young woman with kind eyes, followed her in, a small backpack and Darius’s child-sized suitcase clutched in her hands.
“Thank you for bringing him,” I said to the nanny, offering her a genuine sm
