Nathan’s P.O.V

I walked our parents all the way to the parking lot, my mom clinging to her purse like it was the only thing keeping her steady. She didn’t say much, just kept glancing at me, her lips pressed tight like she was holding everything back for later. When she finally slid into the driver’s seat, she looked at me one last time.

“I’ll get to the kids. They must be terrified by now, Nathan. The nanny won’t know what to say.” She swallowed. “We told them ...