Cleaning products. Routines. What changes when symptoms improve or worsen.
Specialists see children for appointments. A caregiver sees their entire day.”
For the first time, Vincent seemed interested. He pushed a folder toward me.
“My sons, Lucas and Leo, have been getting weaker for almost eighteen months.”
The records listed fatigue, recurring discomfort, poor concentration, appetite changes, and weight loss.
“They used to race each other through this house,” Vincent said quietly.
“Now there are mornings when getting downstairs exhausts them.” “How many specialists?”
“More than I can count. New York, Boston, Philadelphia. Over three million dollars.”
“No clear explanation?” “None.” I glanced through the file. “What about their mother?”
His expression closed immediately. “Isabella passed away after a traffic accident four years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” “The boys became unwell afterward.” Before I could ask anything else, the office door opened.
A silver-haired man walked in without knocking. Dr. Harrison Blake. His gaze landed on me.
“Who’s this?” “Claire Morgan,” Vincent answered. “Potential nanny.” Dr.
Blake gave a short laugh. “You’re hiring another babysitter?” “Nanny,” I corrected calmly.
His smile became condescending. “These boys need medical expertise, not household help playing detective.”
“I agree.” That seemed to surprise him. “Then we understand each other.”
“Not exactly. How long have you treated them?” His eyes narrowed. “Eleven months.”
“And you’ve identified the cause?” Silence. Vincent leaned back in his chair.
