“Are you sure the nanny knows the routine?”

Chloe's voice trembled even though her tone was clipped. She glided through the sunlit nursery with forced poise, her fingers brushing the ivory crib railing.

“She's been briefed three times,” James replied, peering over his phone at incoming calls from board members. He swallowed hard, glancing at the baby asleep under the light gauze.

“Lucas booked soft-opening interviews. Dad's speech is set.”

“She can't mess up.” Chloe’s ...