NANNY PAULA'S POV
My fingers tightened around the car door, knuckles aching. My breath hitched again, refusing to settle. My stomach felt hollow….like a pit had opened inside me…and for a moment I thought I might throw up right there in the seat.
Nina gripped the steering wheel with both hands, driving like a wild thing.
This was the first time I had ever seen her behind the wheel, and God… she looked possessed. Her eyes didn’t blink. Her fingers dug into the leather, knuckles white, as if the steering wheel was the only thing anchoring her to sanity.
“C-can you please drive slowly?” I muttered, my voice shaking. Fear crawled all the way to my bones.
“I don’t have the f*****g time, Paula,” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the tarred road, her brea
