*Zara*

“We made sure to send you with extra formula and diapers, Miss Zara,” said one of the servants.

I nodded to her, trying to force a polite smile on my face even though my brain felt like it was bouncing around in my skull.

“Thank you,” I said. “And could you also be sure to add some of her toys from the playroom? There’s a soft lamb plush in her crib that she likes to cuddle with while she sleeps.”

“Yes, ma’am,” another ...