He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

heavy oak door of he

heels, letting her bare fee

tight space between her eyebrows. Fourteen hours of grueling board meetin

ud echoed from d

from the

piercing scream ripped th

pped. Her heart kic

he sprinted down the hallway, her bare

lf-open glass doo

sharp plastic Lego bricks cover

dge of the rug. His small arms were wrap

e he had hit the edge of the wooden bookshelf. His eyes were wide and swimmi

mn, the nanny's five-year-old daug

wailing at the top of her lungs. There w

Legos, the heavy mahogany door

ushed into

ok at Clara. He d

e crying little girl in

n of a second, a flicker of something unreadable in their d

t with a heavy thud as he slid

His voice shook. His hands were actually trembli

her arms around Chadwick's neck an

rs directly into the lapel

doorway. A cold, unnatural

anic radiating from his body was entir

he carefully stepped over the scat

her son's chin up. The welt on h

her, his lower lip trembling as he w

lara asked. She kept he

on. She pulled her face

med, pointing a chubby finge

head snap

five-year-old son. The panic in his expr

ped. "We do not put our hands on girls.

re truck tighter. His

ed back, his voice crac

o's left hand an

on indentations dug into the

ld Leo's bleeding hand

Clara said. Her voice was ic

Leo's hand. He swallowed hard, his gaze

adjusted his exp

character," Chadwick said. His

ng Autumn effortle

erial ointment," Chadwick sa

oom, carrying the nanny's

oom. She pressed her fingernails i

. A loud sob tore

ed his face in Clara's stomach, hi

pped her arms around him. She pres

shock in her chest was slowly hardeni