I considered it a dream come true when I was hired as a nanny for an affluent family because I had always loved working with kids. Mary Jane, the five-year-old child, had the most stunning, expressive eyes and dark locks. At first, she was courteous, inquisitive, and a little bashful, but we soon became friends. David, her father, was a busy man who was kind but frequently abroad on business. Then there was the stepmother, Kira.
Everything appeared to be ideal at first.
