“Evie,” she repeats. “She has your eyes. You came with Charlotte, didn’t you?”
I pause. “Yes, we did.”
“That was kind of you. And you’re her…?”
I hesitate, unsure how to answer.
Thankfully, Evie saves me by speaking up for me.
“Charlotte’s my nanny,” she says. “She’s the best nanny.”
“Oh,” Silvia says, her eyes going wide. “I wasn’t aware she was a professional nanny. Good for her.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse us,” I say, cutting off her next question. “But again, deepestcondolences.”
Then I pull Evie out of the church and down the steps.
“Who was she, Papa?” Evie asks.
“Just… someone who knows Charlotte,” I reply distractedly as I try to remember where I parked thecar.
Once I find it, I make sure Evie’s strapped in and I get into the driver’s seat. I’m pul
