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I pulled my hand away, pacing the kitchen.
“Providing isn’t the same as being present. We need help inside this house.”
George nodded slowly, the stubborn resistance finally leaving his face. “Okay. Let’s look for a nanny.”
A week later, Christine walked through our front door for an interview. She came highly recommended and had years of experience.
From the very first moment, there was a quiet, soothing energy about her that filled the room.
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I thought the young goth woman visiting Mom every Saturday was simply an unexpected friendship. After Mom died, I learned their bond had grown…