The midnight turned into dawn but there were still no signs of my husband, which prompted me to contact the local authorities. The pent-up anxiety and exhaustion made it impossible to cater to my children’s needs, which was why I was grateful to have the nanny, Gretchen McCarthy, with me.
Rocking the unusually active Ophelia in her arms, Gretchen tried her hardest to decipher the reason for the little girl’s distress that had been making her cry but couldn’t. The nanny’s inability to help the younger one forced her to surrender the little one into my arms and take hold of my son instead.
Holding Ophelia closer to my chest and whispering into her ear about how her father was on the way strangely calmed her down, which made me wonder if she was really just missing Kai, a realisation that
