“Goodnight, Abigail. Goodnight Ezra.” You whisper to the children.

You kiss Abigail’s forehead as you tuck her in, and then limping over to Ezra’s bed to do the same. They both fall asleep as you do, and you turn the lights off, hobbling out of the kids’ bedroom, the door quietly clicking closed.

Tonight was a long night. The children had gotten kidnapped again. This, sadly, was a common occurance due to them being the offspring of a mafia boss. And, as your job as their nanny, you had to save them, which you barely did. But you got them home unscathed. The same can’t be said for you.

You stay still for a few silent moments, leaning your head into the now shut door, before you hear the firm footsteps of long strides approaching.