The last therapist triggered a panic so violent that all four children screamed until their voices broke, terrified beyond words.
After that, no one else came.
Nathaniel, a man who controlled skyscrapers and city blocks, stood powerless in his own home.
He finally understood something no amount of wealth could protect him from.
Money could not bring back their mother.
And it could not teach four shattered hearts how to beat again.
Everything changed the day Amina Brooks appeared.
One week after the final specialist left, the mansion felt heavier than ever. Nathaniel sat alone at the long dining table, staring at untouched plates, wondering how much longer his daughters could survive locked inside themselves.
When the doorbell rang, he almost didn’t answer.
On the front steps stood a young woman with tired eyes, scuffed shoes, and a backpack held together by frayed straps. She looked nothing like the polished professionals who had passed through before.
“I’m here about the nanny position,” she said quietly.
The housekeeper hesitated, already preparing to dismiss her. “Sir, the role requires—”
“Let her in,” Nathaniel said suddenly.