Hannah heard the unspoken sentence.
Everything used to be normal. Then everything became fear.
“Some doctors say it’s emotional,” Logan said bitterly. “That grief is showing up in their bodies. I don’t accept that as the whole explanation.”
Before Hannah could respond, the office door swung open without a knock.
A man in a white coat walked in like he owned the hallway.
Fifties, silver hair combed back, expensive leather portfolio in hand.
He stopped when he saw Hannah.
“Logan, we need to talk about the latest panel.” His eyes narrowed. “Who is she?”
Logan’s voice stayed even. “Dr. Preston Kline. This is Hannah Carter. She’s interviewing for the nanny position.”
Dr. Kline looked Hannah up and down with open contempt.
“Another nanny?” he scoffed. “Logan, we’ve been over this. Your sons need medical supervision, not another household worker playing nurse.”
Hannah felt heat rise in her face, but she kept her tone level.
“I have pediatric care training and first aid certification, Doctor.”
Dr. Kline let out a short, mocking laugh.
“Very impressive. And where did you get your medical degree? From a neighborhood classroom?”
Logan’s voice sharpened. “Preston.”
But Hannah’s patience snapped into something steadier than anger.
“How long have you been treating the boys?” she asked.
Dr. Kline’s eyes narrowed further. “Excuse me?”
“How long?”
“Eight months.”
Hannah held his gaze.
“And in eight months, you still don’t have an answer.”
Silence slammed into the room.
Logan stared at Hannah like he wasn’t sure if he should be alarmed or relieved.
Dr. Kline’s face reddened.
“Listen here—”
“My name is Hannah,” she said, calm. “And I’m not claiming I know more than you. I’m saying sometimes a different set of eyes notices what everyone else missed.”
Dr. Kline turned to Logan, voice rising.
“You are not hiring her.”
Logan didn’t answer immediately. He stood and walked around his desk.
“Hannah,” he said, “I want you to meet my sons.”
Dr. Kline protested, but Logan cut him off.
“You can go, Preston. We’ll discuss results later.”
The doctor left in a storm of offended footsteps, and the door shut behind him with unnecessary force.
Logan glanced at Hannah, and for the first time, a hint of something like respect appeared.
“You’re brave.”
Hannah’s mouth twitched. “I’m just familiar with being underestimated.”
Two Small Boys In Two Big Beds
They climbed a wide staircase to the second floor. The mansion remained spotless, silent, and strangely airless, like it had been sealed to keep the world out.
The hallway held framed family photos.
A blonde woman with a bright smile appeared in several images, holding two identical babies. Audrey.
Logan stopped at a pale blue door.
“They’re resting,” he said quietly. “They spend most of the day in bed now.”
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