The Nanny Incident Kenna James April Olsen Better -

Something in her posture tightened, a thin wire of instinct. Kenna had been a manager long enough to read behavior the way others read faces. People who tried to brighten things too quickly sometimes did so to cover the tremor beneath. She reminded herself to keep calm, to not make a scene—these things were small, she told herself, and possibly nothing—but she also checked the baby’s bottle like a practiced locksmith checking a lock.