Daniel often found himself watching her, struck by her quiet devotion. But one night, passing the nursery, he froze.

Through the cracked door, he heard her murmur:
“Don’t worry, little ones. Your secrets are safe with me—even the ones your father doesn’t know.”

Daniel’s chest tightened. Secrets? What did she mean?

The next morning, he confronted her. “What secrets? What did you mean last night?”

Amara only smiled gently. “Children carry more than we think, Mr. Harrington. Even before they can speak.”

Her calmness unsettled him even more. Who was she, truly?

A Song from the Past