No long resume.
No proud speech.
Mr. Roland looked at her once and sighed.
You’re not an elderly nanny? He asked.
No, sir.
Evelyn replied.
Good, he said.
They all quit.
He didn’t expect her to last.
The baby screamed the moment Evelyn entered the nursery.
His face turned red.
His fist shook in the air.
Mr. Roland rubbed his forehead.
You have one night.
Evelyn nodded.
Yes, sir.
When she lifted the baby, the crying grew louder.
The sound cut through the room like a sharp knife.
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