One night, after a lamp was found fallen near the crib—too close, too dangerous—Daniel’s heart sank. Amara had moved quickly, saving his son from harm.

“You saved them,” Daniel whispered hoarsely. “Not just from sleepless nights, but from dangers I never even saw.”

Amara placed her hand gently on his shoulder. “I kept my promise to your wife.”

For the first time since Elise’s passing, Daniel felt less alone.

“I can’t do this without you,” he admitted. “Not only as their nanny, but as part of this family.”

Amara’s voice was steady, tender. “They need a family, Mr. Harrington. And so do you.”