Chapter 90. Mission One, Accomplished

“Hello, Kazim,” I answered the phone.

“Mommy, who's that? Is that Daddy? Is he coming home? What is he saying? Can I talk to him?” Zion fired questions at me, temporarily abandoning his soldier figure that was about to battle his Batman figure.

“No, it’s not Daddy, honey.” I pulled the phone away from my ear to whisper to him. I pressed the intercom on the wall of the playpen.

“Where are you, Kazim? Any update?” I continued my call.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll text you the location, and you’ll come meet us,” he said.

I pulled the phone away from my ear again when the door opened to reveal the person I’d summoned through the intercom.

“Yes, ma’am?” The young woman, in her thirties, stood before me. She was my son’s new live-in nanny. I hadn’t wanted one—I didn’t trust anyone—but