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Nate
Aspen was next to me when the nanny showed up first. She pulled into the driveway, and we waited.
We waited some more.
And more.
Aspen shifted. “She’s never been here before?”
I moved forward. “Right. I’ll go and help.”
Aspen moved with me, passing me, and as we both approached what I could now recognize as Quincey’s car, the lady driving was definitely not Quincey. I knew the plan. Aspen stood in front of the car, the headlights still on and blasting her. She waved, wearing a tentative smile.
I knocked on the passenger window, leaning down.
The lady looked scared out of her mind. Her hands were shaking, but she rolled the window down.
“Emily, right?”
She moved her head up and down, her hand going back to gripping the steering wheel.
I looked at the back seat, seeing No
