While we were having breakfast the next day, my gaze was constantly fixed on Liah as Nanny Chloe showed her how to eat without messing up the place. Her hands were short, so even though her chair was already raised so high, she still found it difficult to pick up her food.
The words she had scribbled last night kept replaying in my mind. ‘Papa is handsome?’ What papa is she talking about?
Of course, it was Brian. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew it was him. He was the only other person she had met yesterday. How could she tell though? I was sure I had never mentioned anything like that to her. Could she have been guessing? Or was she simply wishing she had a father like him?
The questions plagued my mind until Liah’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Mama, is there something you wan
