The Nanny Affair
Even briefly, she had pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“Okay, principessa,” I said, plating the spaghetti. “Where do you want to eat? Here or the living room?”
“The living room!” Sophia chirped. “Can we watch Moana?”
I smiled despite myself. We had watched it more times than I could count, but I nodded anyway.
“Yes, darling. Moana again.”
She cheered.
We settled onto the couch, the lights dimmed, the massive television filling the room with color. Sophia curled against my side, humming along as she ate, her small body warm and trusting.