Andeea
“Andrea, you’re a gift from God!” Rachel said the next morning, handing me a coffee as we stood in the kitchen. “The kids adore you, and you’re so reliable. I’m serious, we want you to stay as long as you can.”
I forced a smile, the guilt pressing down my chest. “Thanks, Rachel. That means a lot.”
She touched my arm, her eyes warm. “I mean it. You’re part of the family now.”
Her words hit like a punch. Part of the family? I was f*****g her husband in a motel room yesterday.
I nodded, muttering, “I love working with the kids,” and prayed she couldn’t see the lie in my eyes.
She sipped her coffee, oblivious. “I’m swamped with work today, so I’ll be upstairs. You’ve got everything under control, right?”
“Always,” I replied, my voice dry.
The morning passed in a blur. I played
