didn’t need to see her mother to know that Andria was pursing her lips, hesitant to give up whatever secret she was keeping. Onella sighed.
“What is it, Mother? Just tell me.”
“Serene has left your brother,” said Andria. “And… taken up with Nikolas.”
Onella gasped.
“What?”
“Yes.”
“His best friend? His business? Oh my goodness, what about Dios?”
“The boy is as happy as ever,” Andria said, her newly-arrived smile clearly audible in her words. “I hate to say it, but he might be better off without his mother’s toxic presence in this house.”
Before Onella could respond, there was a muffling sound on the other end of the line. She could hear her mother handing off the receiver and waited anxiously to hear her brother’s voice.
“Hey, Nella.”
Onella could hear the strain he was under.
“What the hell is happening over there?”
Seemingly unwilling to go into much detail, Atreus briefly gave Onella the overview of the unfolding drama regarding his wife.
Onella clucked her tongue sympathetically.
“Well, what about a nanny?” she asked, an idea beginning to form in her mind.
“Oh, not you too,” Atreus said sourly.
“Mama is right,” Onella said, quickly getting the measure of the situation. “Dios needs a woman to guide him as he grows up. And aside from you marrying again, a nanny is the only option.”
A long pause.
“I just don’t know, Nella,” he said, then his voice went quiet. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
Onella’s heart went out to her only brother. She sighed.
“Just let me know what you intend to do. You’re not alone. You have all of us with you.” Her voice broke a little as a lump formed in her throat. “And I would be there if I could get away.”
“I know.”
“Maybe I could come over in a month’s time. Let’s see how Marina and Dory’s schedules work out for school.”
Onella wanted only to help her brother, however she could. And she knew just how to do so.
*****
As Atreus ended their call, he missed his sister more than ever. The empty house seemed to expand around him, engulfing him in his listless misery.
That night Atreus browsed the web, searching for potential nannies. He found a few employment agencies he might like to visit, but none truly jumped out at him as the right fit. He couldn’t sleep, plagued by the nagging question: Would a nanny be like a mother to Dios? Would it be enough?
When his sister called again the following day, he was hesitant to tell her that his search had turned up no potential applicants. To his surprise, she was pleased.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said dismissively. “I’ve already found someone for you.”
“What?”
“My best ever employee, with a nanny qualification, too,” Onella said proudly. “She’s going to come help you.”
Atreus groaned.
“An employee of yours? If she’s so great why are you trying to foist her off on me?”
“Hey!” Onella chirped. “There’s no foisting going on! She’s great, but has told me in the past that she misses working with children. As good as she is in the office, she doesn’t enjoy it all that much. And she’s willing to move overseas.”
Atreus found a little humor in him somewhere.
“She sounds especially eager to get as far away from you as possible.”
“Pish,” said Onella, but then she took on a more serious tone. “She has a rather unpleasant ex-boyfriend she’d like to rid herself of. It’s a long story.”
“Oh, please don’t tell it to me.”
He had enough trouble worrying about his own unpleasant ex.
“Listen, her name is Carla Simpson, and she’s British. They make the best nannies, you know.”
Atreus laughed outright at that.
“Lazy stereotyping, Nell. She’s not Mary Poppins, is she?”
“Apparently as good as,” Onella said indignantly. “Dios will take to her like a duck to water. Trust me.”
“I have the strangest feeling that I