“Mom… you’re not leaving again, right?”
I pulled her close.
“No,” I said. “I’m right here.”
Later, Nancy showed me a drawing.
Three figures, standing together.
“Us,” she said.
I smiled.
“Us.”
Because that’s what this was always about.
Not control.
Not appearances.
Us.
Liam didn’t need the nannies gone.
He needed me to doubt myself.
But I didn’t.
