Jasmine sat curled on the cold stone bed, arms around her knees, rocking slowly. She had barely slept since Anna's visit the night before.
Her mind echoed with venomous words, and her chest burned from holding in tears.
Every sound outside her door made her flinch. Every creak in the hallway, every hushed whisper of guards, sent a bolt of anxiety through her.
So when the door clicked open, Jasmine's breath caught in her throat.
She's back.
She pulled herself tighter into a corner, trembling.
Anna was perhaps here to finally kill her.
But then—
"Nanny Nia?" her voice cracked out in disbelief.
The older woman stood in the doorway, her eyes soft and glistening with relief. Jasmine's shoulders instantly fell as a sob caught in her throat.
She leapt forward and wrapped her arms around the woman.
They held each other as both women wept.
Jamsine needed the hug as she gripped nanny Nia's clothes.
