I eventually hired a nanny named Rosa to help during late shifts at work. She became the glue holding everything together. Little by little, we found a rhythm. Imperfect, but steady.
That’s how life went for five years. Then yesterday changed everything.
Her Return
After dinner, someone knocked on the front door. I opened it—and my stomach dropped. Meredith.
My first instinct was to shut the door in her face, and I tried, but she jammed her hand against it.
“Wait!”
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.
“I need you to hear me out.”
“No. You don’t get to disappear for five years and suddenly come back.”
I pushed the door harder, but she held firm.
“You need to listen to what I’m about to say… or you’ll regret it.”
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