Chapter 11 11 You Aren't Just A Nanny

• I punch the wall of my room in frustration, feeling the sting in my knuckles as I try to release my pent-up anger. The sound of impact echoes through the room, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil.
• “How can I feel these kinds of emotions?” I wonder, “I can’t allow myself to feel anything; I don’t deserve to feel this way.” I mumbled to myself as the sting on my fist intensified, a painful reminder of the chaos brewing within me. The overwhelming sense of guilt and self-doubt threatened to consume me, leaving me feeling lost and alone in my own turmoil.
• Her scent still lingers in my mind—the touch of silky hair against my skin, the warmth of her embrace. I can’t shake the image of her face from my memory, no matter how hard I try.