“I’ve got you,” Emily whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
The nanny stood frozen in the street, pale as a ghost. People rushed over. Someone called 911.
Emily slowly sat up, wincing. Her elbow was bleeding. Her shoulder throbbed. But the little girl? Not a scratch.
Within minutes, black SUVs pulled up like something out of a movie.
Men in suits stepped out.