“Because I couldn’t f*****g stop myself!” he yells back. “Is that what you want to hear?”
I stop short. That familiar feeling of helplessness rises up again.
“You betrayed me,” he hisses before I can speak.
I fall silent, my eyes going to my feet automatically. I whisper, “I know.”
“I trusted you with my daughter.”
I lift my chin slightly. “I would never intentionally do anything to endanger Evie,” I say, my voiceshaking. “I love her.”
“She loves you,” he tells me. “But you hurt her, Charlotte. Deeply.”
Is this what it feels like to have your heart break?
“And you know what?” he says in a strangled, pain-ridden voice. “Still, she never stopped asking foryou.”
I turn from him, trying to keep the tears from flooding out of me.
“She hated her new nanny,” Lucio conti
