We sat down on the nearby bench and rested for a while before Garren told us to eat first. We stopped in front of a food stall. The inviting smell of churros and corn dogs pervaded my nose. 

Garren handed me some bills. "Buy three corn dogs for us," he said.

I nodded and fell in line. When it's my turn to buy, the vendor leaned to me and said something that made my jaw drop to the floor.

"Your family looks lovely."

I shook my head. "N-No. They are not my family, aunt. I'm that kid's nanny and that man is his father, so he's just my boss."

Her...