Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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I awakened early, having tossed and turned without Harry's arms around me as I slept. But I was happy that he'd been reunited with his mother. What a wonderful and strange thing to happen for him. After everything he had lost and missed out on, he was able to have one significant part of his life restored.
I wondered how this would change Theodore's case. Anne was a substantial piece of the puzzle and I couldn't imagine a way that Theodore could escape the evidence she provided, but I knew for sure he would try anything to twist things to his advantage.
I got up, showered and got ready for the day, waiting until it wasn't too early to go and wake Harry up. I started a pot of coffee brewing and sat at the bar in the kitchenette until it was ready. As I poured a steaming cup, I wished I could see the look on Theodore's face when he found out about Anne's return.
I wanted to watch him squirm and suffer while he tried to figure out what to say next. I wanted to see him sweat and have the judge and jurors ridicule him as his elaborate story fell flat. (Yes, I knew that wouldn't happen in real life, but it was fun to imagine.) I wanted to see him handcuffed and have his face shoved into the ground as he cried for mercy.
"Jules!" Dad's resounding voice snapped me out of my spiteful daydream.
"Hmm?" I looked at him absent-mindedly.
"I said your name three times," he told me.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't sleep very well, I guess."
He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat beside me. "There sure as hell is a lot to think about, isn't there?"
"Yeah," I shook my head. "But Harry's mom...who could have seen that coming?" I said in amazement.
"No kidding," he agreed, his eyes wide with wonder. "Happy for them, but what a terrible thing to happen to their family." He took a sip. "And you, of course. I'm so sorry for what happened to you."
"You couldn't have done anything to stop it, Dad."
"I could have told you not to go in the first place!" He snapped but I knew his anger wasn't directed at me.
"Did you think there was something suspicious about the job? Did you have a feeling I shouldn't have come?"
"No, nothing like that," he said. "I just wish I could have protected you."
"But then I would never have met Harry and I couldn't have helped him escape." I looked at my dad and wanted him to understand. "I know he's going to have a lot to work through, but I love Harry, Daddy. I've never loved anyone like I love him."
"I know, sweetie," he said, hugging my shoulder.
"And it's crazy because I've never felt love like this before and at the same time, I've never hated anyone as much as I hate Theodore."
