Mila sat on the floor of her room, toys gathered around as if she played. But the toys lay ignored as Mila tilted her head, ear to the door. The murmur of voices wasn't loud enough. Mila closed her eyes and relaxed, imaging she heard them in her head.

The door opened, Mila glanced up to see Nanny smiling at her.

'Well! What are we doing here, lovey? Oh, is it a traveling troupe?'

The firm way Nanny spoke and her brief check down the corridor made Mila even more ...