Sarah's heart froze. She didn't think twice. She rushed to the living room, but Mr. Reed was faster. He arrived there first and was already squatted down beside Benjamin when she reached them.
Benjamin was on the floor, both his knees bleeding, his toys still on his hands. Victor took him and put him seated on his lap, caressing his hair while the boy cried with his face stuck on his uncle's neck.
Sarah didn't know what to do. She was petrified, scared to the core. It was her fault. She was the nanny, she should be taking care of him. Instead, she was drinking wine with her boss in the kitchen like some stupid gold digger.
“I woke up… And I was going to find you… But… But I fell because I tripped in one… of my toys," Benjamin explained between sobs.
“And you were walking around with a
