This is hopeless.
After scrolling through another nanny’s résumé and references, I press the heels of my hands against my tired eyes.
I haven’t been sleeping well, knowing that Jessa is just days away from disappearing from our lives like she was never here in the first place. And it isn’t just the task of finding another nanny that’s overwhelming me. It’s the idea that I may lose my one shot at something truly promising.
If I lose Jessa, I know I could lose more than just a chance at a relationship—I could lose a chance at real happiness.
I click to open another application with a sigh. Plenty of experience, two glowing referrals, a holistic approach to childcare . . . everything a single dad could want in a nanny.
I turn to Marley, who’s been busying herself in the bouncer at my fee
