Nicole pov He holds my gaze. "When I visited at five, she called the attendant competent," he says. "From my mother, that’s the highest possible praise."I look at the wall, staying silent."She’s not an easy person," he adds. "I know exactly what she was like, before all this."There is a weight to his words that I don’t push. "She’s improving," I say. "That’s what matters.""Nicole," he says."I’m off shift," I tell him."I know, I just wanted to say—I see what you do there, how you handle her, what it costs you." He looks at me directly. "I see it."The hallway falls silent."Thank you," I responded. It is the only safe, honest answer I have.He nods, letting me pass. I am almost away when he speaks again."The pregnancy test."I stop."You told me it belonged to one of the maids," he says. "That she was scared and asked you to hide it."I turn around slowly. "Yes.""Which maid?" he says."I don't remember her name," I say. "It was years ago.""You don't remember her name," he rep
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