Some lasted two nights.
Some barely survived one.
I’m too old for this, one said as she packed her bags.
This baby doesn’t sleep, another complained.
I have never seen anything like this.
The last nanny muttered before leaving.
Mr. Roland was exhausted.
The interviews drained him.
The explanations annoyed him.
The crying pushed him to the edge.
One more interview and I’ll lose my mind.
He snapped at the agency.
Just send anyone.
That was how Evelyn arrived.
She was young, black, quiet.
She stood at the gate with a small bag and nervous eyes.
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