After the death of his wife and the necessary national reconstruction following the invasion, all he could think about was doing the best for his daughter and his country, but to do that he needed an extra pair of hands, so he hired a nanny.

The interviews were long and tedious, but finally he seemed to find the heart and intelligence he was looking for. But that feeling of admiration gradually changed. The calm in his heart when she smiled, the warmth on his cheeks when their hands touched, he couldn't hide anymore.

It was late and Patricia had finally gone to sleep, but they were both very awake in the kitchen. He accepted the cup of tea she offered him with a smile.

“Given our professional and cordial nature, I must ask you to let me know if my next words make you uncomfortable, so we can forget about it and I´'ll take distance” Thomas cleared his throat. “I may have developed feelings for you during this time and... I would like to know your opinion about that, if it´'s possible.”