Chapter 21 - Exploring the quiet moments of reflection that follow a monumental storm inside an upscale residence where healing finally takes root in every heart starting today.
The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the grand St. Croix estate, tires kicking up gravel across the manicured driveway.
Arthur threw open the door and bolted up the marble steps, pushing open the heavy oak front doors with frantic desperation.
"Nanny!" he called out, his voice echoing through the opulent, high-ceilinged foyer with raw, unfiltered panic.
The triplets ran out from the living room in their royal blue pajamas, looking up at their breathless father with wide eyes.
"Daddy, why are you running? The Nanny is upstairs packing her green apron and her bags in the guest room!" the oldest boy said.
Arthur didn't hesitate; he sprinted up the grand staircase two steps at a time, heading straight toward the guest wing.
The door to the guest room stood wide open, revealing a neatly made bed and a leather travel bag resting beside the closet.
The Nanny stood by the window looking out at the American flag waving proudly in the courtyard, holding her forest green apron.
She turned around as Arthur appeared in the doorway, chest heaving and hands gripping the wooden doorframe for support.
"You can't just leave like this without saying goodbye properly," Arthur gasped, his voice trembling with deep emotional distress.
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"I didn't want a tearful scene, Arthur; my assignment here is complete, and the boys are thriving," she answered quietly.
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