Derryn finally speaks.
"We have some bittersweet news."
I look up from my glass, waiting. That ball of dread grows in my chest and I brace myself.
He threads his fingers with Sharnia's and gives me the weakest smile I've ever seen on a dragon.
"I got the job in Singapore."
My stomach drops. It's like someone just punched me in the gut.
"That's great! Congratulations, man." I recover quickly, forcing a smile. "I know you really wanted it."
I did know. He'd mentioned the application months ago, and when I didn't hear anything more about it, I assumed it hadn't worked out.
"How long do I have to get ready?" I ask practically.
Because of course I'm going with them. This is my career. I already agreed to go when Derryn first mentioned the possibility. My loyalty won't let me imagine abandoning them.
Derryn looks back down at his glass. My dread intensifies.
"We aren't going to take you with us."
The air is knocked out of me.
"Oh."
It's all I can manage.
"I won't be working, and I'll be able to stay home with the kids like I've always wanted." Sharnia rushes to explain. "Noah, you're anamazingnanny. This isn't about you. It's about what's best for our family."
I reach over and take her hand, instinctively soothing her even as my heart is pounding.
"I understand," I say quietly. "This is great for you, Sharnia. Really."
She starts crying.
"I'm really glad you understand." Derryn squeezes her hand. "We're giving you six months' severance to help tide you over. And we'll give you the best recommendations you've ever seen."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." I'm genuinely grateful. This is more than generous of them. "When are you moving?"
"End of the month."
Oh. Now, this is faster than I expected.
"Wow." I lean back in my chair. "Damn."
"I know." Derryn grimaces. "The company took forever to decide, and now they want us there as soon as possible."
I look at them both, at these people who've become my family, who've trusted me with their children, who've made me feel like I belong.
I love this family. I'm grateful for their generosity.
But I'm also terrified.
Sharnia wipes at her eyes, then studies my face with that perceptive gaze of hers. "What will you do? Will you look for another nanny position?"
The question catches me off guard. I take a sip of whiskey to buy myself time, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat.
