Rebecca didn’t remember the drive home.

She only remembered pulling into the parking garage and sitting in the car for a full minute before stepping out, wiping the last of her tears with the back of her hand.

By the time she reached her apartment door, her face was composed again.

She had mastered that skill.

The nanny opened the door quietly. “You’re back.”

Rebecca nodded, slipping off her heels. “Is Raya asleep?”

“Yes. She waited for you, but she got tired.”

Guilt pressed against Rebecca’s chest.

“I’ll check on her.”

The apartment was dim and warm, soft nightlights glowing along the hallway. She walked toward Raya’s room and pushed...