I had watched that familiar face change—from timid and fragile to someone who could stand on her own.Sadie had been my nanny since she was very young. Back then, she was small, thin, and barely spoke. My mother said she was there to take care of me, but looking back now, it felt more like I had been the one taking care of her.I used to tease her on purpose, dragging her out to play, just to see her blush in bashfulness. Whenever I told her she was the prettiest, she would stomp her foot and deny it, stumbling over her words. "Y-You look good too… Really handsome."Once, she stayed up all night learning from other girls and folded an entire jar of paper stars for me. When she gave it to me, she was so shy she could barely meet my eyes, softly asking me not to fall for anyone else.She would always stand behind me, murmuring under her breath, "Ian… my Ian."She was like my little shadow. Aside from me, hardly anyone else could get her to do anything.When I was 16, I was kidnappe
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