NANNY PAULA'S POV
The past few days had swallowed me whole.
Between Hope Orphanage and quiet questions that led nowhere, my head throbbed constantly. I kept circling the same truth like a vulture that couldn’t land, something about the Blakes was rotten, and Amara was the center of it. I'm looking for leverage over them.
If she was adopted legally, why were her memories so fractured?
Why did she arrive looking like a child pulled out of a storm, silent, watchful, already broken?
And why did Holy Mother die the very day I and Nina finally decided to push her for answers?
The coincidence tasted bitter.
I reached the gate and stepped inside the compound, exhaustion dragging my feet, then I stopped.
Then Nina's car drove in, engine purred.
Nina stepped out first, all smiles and carele
