NANNY PAULA'S POV
I stood there longer than I should have.
I wasn’t meant to hear everything, but the voices carried, low and raw, and before I realized it, Amara’s pain had wrapped itself around my chest. Her voice shook, cracked in places that told me this wasn’t just anger, it was years of hurt spilling out at once.
For a moment, something twisted inside me.
Guilt.
I pushed it down quickly.
I had done what I needed to do. I couldn’t give up on my child, not then, not ever. Still… hearing her like that stirred something I didn’t want to examine too closely.
Then she said it.
The truth.
So the Blakes bought her.
A slow grin curled on my lips before I could stop it.
So that was it. That was what the Blakes had been hiding all along.
This wasn’t just information.
It was lever
