The next morning at ten I heard a single blare of a horn signaling the arrival of their father and the car to take them to the airport.
Waking up at 7:15, I decided to start packing for the girls, and by nine, I had all their things packed and working on breakfast.
Seeing the bags by the door, Isobel asked. "Oh, are we going to see mom?"
"It's a bit last minute, but your father thinks it will do all of you some good to spend a little time together."
. . .
At nearly five pass ten a car pulled up in front of the house--Mr. Rose's driver to take the three of them to the airport.
Once the girls were packed and ready to go, I waved and went up stairs for a much needed nap. My social life could wait.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Ficción GeneralLauren has been a nanny for the Rose family since three years before, when Mrs. Rose was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at the age of 31. Since then, Isobel and Gracie Rose have been her life. She really loves those girls. But after an unexpect...
