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“So you got angry?”
I hear a rustling that might or might not be Jaxon nodding.
“When you got angry, what did you do?”
“I throwed my books because I was angry.”
“Are you supposed to throw your books when you’re angry?”
“No, but I couldn’t find anything else to throw. And you said to punch a pillow if I get mad, but I couldn’t find one!”
I cover my mouth to keep from chuckling. I take a moment to get myself under control. “Jaxon, you know that what you did was wrong, yes?”
“Yeah, I was being bad.”
At least my kid acknowledges it.
“What do you have to do when you’re bad?”
“I have to ‘pologize.”
“I want you to apologize to Miss Lisa. Can you practice with me?”
“I ‘pologize for being bad.”
It’s good enough, and I really do have other clients to attend to. “Good. Now, go tell Miss Lisa. I want to hear you.”
“Miss Lisa, I ‘pologize for being bad!” Jaxon shouts.
I hear Lisa’s voice get closer. She must have taken the phone back. “This doesn’t change anything, Harrison. I’m done. You have four hours to get home.”
I glance at the clock. “You’re the adult here, Lisa. I would expect better from you,” I tell her. Then, I hang up and pull up the kitchen’s camera. I can’t see anything, though. They must have moved upstairs. Not wanting to waste another minute, I hurry out of my office to grab my next patient’s file.
I grab a nurse’s arm. “Please tell Stacy up front that I’m going to need a new nanny for my three-year-old. See if she can make up the job listing and check on any applications that are received in the next few hours. Interviews this weekend, to start on Monday.”
The nurse nods, and I turn back to my patient’s file, scanning the information I already know. I take a couple of deep breaths. This day has taken a negative turn, but I’ve never been one to let that sort of thing get me down.
Jaxon needs someone who loves him despite his failings. Lisa clearly wasn’t it. Maybe his next nanny will be.
Chapter three
Breanna
Ipush aside the stack of bills my parents left behind.
As a kid, I knew that we never had much money, but apparently, things got much worse since I moved out and moved on with my life.
Somehow, I’ve had their creditors calling my line to inform me of exactly how much they owe and how reasonable the payment plans can be.
The problem is that to do a payment plan, I have to have some sort of income.
I know I need a job. I had one, but I had to leave it suddenly when everything happened that pushed me back here.
My mind starts thinking back on my life then. My life before I ran. I touch my finger where my ring used to be, and I’m struck by how empty it feels now.
I pick at my nail instead, which isn’t a good habit to start.
I don’t have a lot of people who know everything I’ve been through, but I do have one friend. And she might be the only person I can call right now. I’ll never tell her the full extent of how serious everything is, but I can at least be distracted from my current sad, sad state.
