Nanny ___ Chaesoo

Chapter 12

Rosé
                     

I grabbed a jacket and hurried to the elevator. Usually a quick ride, this time it seemed to take forever. I drummed my fingers on the wall of the elevator until the doors finally opened. I hadn't called Hector, and neither had Jisoo. I was reaching for my cell phone before I realized I couldn't take the limousine anyway. Courtney might be suspicious if she saw a long black car driving past the house. If Sky had gone to her, I didn't know how Courtney would respond. I'd like to think Courtney was still her mother and would welcome her with open arms, or at least keep her safe until Jisoo could get her, but I wasn't confident. She might try to keep Sky to hurt Jisoo... once she realized we knew the girl was with her, she might try to take her away somewhere. 

                     

To be discreet, I took the subway. I was halfway to the stop that would get me nearest Sky's new address, which Jisoo had given me on the way out, but I couldn't settle in my seat. My brain was racing; my instincts were screaming that this was the wrong path to take. But I didn't know what else to do. 

                     

Spying on Courtney was disquieting, but we had to know if Sky was there. Jisoo had asked me specifically to go there, and I couldn't tell her no. It didn't even have anything to do with the fact that we had slept together last night. It was basic human decency, along with my instincts responding to her vulnerability. 

                     

I also wanted Sky back where she belonged, at home. 

                     

I couldn't understand why she had run away now. We seemed to be making progress, and this turn of events was frustrating and confusing. What had triggered her to run? I had been there for her as consistently as I'd been since the start when I moved in with the Kims. Maybe it had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help trying to dissect the situation and figure out if I was, in some way, to blame. Had Sky decided having me there wasn't what she wanted after all? I might not be what she needed. Even so, I didn't think she would logically decide the best solution was for her to leave instead of me. She could have just told Jisoo to get rid of me, so I didn't think that was why she had run away. 

                     

Sky had seemed to be getting closer to her mother again, and they'd spent a few evenings this past week holed up in the office either watching something together or with Sky working on homework as Jisoo did whatever work she brought home. It made me happy to see, because they needed to get close again. Sky needed to trust that Jisoo would be there for her, and Jisoo needed a strong bond with Sky. 

                     

I could think of nothing that had set her off, or had led to this decision to flee. Ever since the zoo last Saturday, she seemed more cheerful and secure. She'd even dropped a few hints about the nonexistent baby sister that she seemed to expect I would somehow provide for her. Was it tangled up with that? And she convinced herself there was something more between me and Jisoo and got discouraged when there was no proof of it? 

                     

Again, that seemed way too mature for a child her age. I was still no closer to figuring out why she left than I'd been when I had gotten on the subway. 

                     

I looked out the window, trying to clear my thoughts to start over, when a poster of the Ferris wheel at Coney Island caught my eye. I couldn't look away for a minute, but I wasn't certain why it was so compelling. 

                     

Abruptly, the conversation I'd had with Sky last week popped into my mind. She told me she missed her old neighborhood, before they had gotten so rich, and she especially missed going to the park. There was a small playhouse there she enjoyed taking her books into to read. Since she had only been four years old the last time she'd been there, I couldn't imagine she'd been able to do much reading, but she insisted it was her favorite place in the whole world, and it was too far to go now. 

                     

Deciding that I had to take a chance, hoping she had somehow found her way there, I prepared to get off at the next stop. My father still lives at the old address where we lived next door to the Kims years ago. I had it memorized, but I didn't remember where the parks were located there. I hadn't been to a park in a long time, not since I had looked after Sky. We certainly hadn't had time or inclination after my mother died. 

                     

The subway drew to a halt, and the doors opened. I joined the rush of people pressing their way through before taking a spot to the side on the platform. Looking at a map, I quickly scanned through the parks and figured out the one that would've been closest to Coney Island and still in the neighborhood of my Dad's apartment building, to be the likely candidate for the location of her playhouse. After that, I just had to figure out which train to take, and I was soon boarding another subway. I hoped she was there, and I hoped she was safe. I would do everything I could to talk her into coming home, but if she didn't come willingly, I would have to call Jisoo. I didn't want to damage my relationship with Sky or make her mistrust me, but Jisoo was worried sick and would need to know as soon as possible where Sky was, and if she was safe. 

                     

As I slid my phone into my pocket, it made a beeping sound. I looked at it once more and frowned when I realized the battery was almost completely discharged. I should've plugged it in last night, but I'd been distracted by other things. If I was lucky, I'd have one emergency call, but that was about it.

                     

~CONVERTED