I Returned As The Nanny To The Daughter They Stole From Me
Tears spilled down my cheeks anyway, and I didn't wipe them away.
For almost six years, I had lived on hope alone. I had searched through missing-person reports, bribed hospital staff, hired investigators, followed rumors that led nowhere, and refused to bury my daughter in my heart because something inside me had always insisted she was still alive, even on the nights when insisting felt like madness.
Tonight, hope became certainty. Lily was my daughter. She had always been my daughter. Someone had stolen her from me, and someone inside Blackwood Manor knew exactly what had happened.