The Mafia nanny [✓complete]

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Leah's POV

I woke up to my phone alarm,  and I groaned. I realised I had slept on the sofa.

Yesterday memories came rushing back.

All the hurt came back, it hurt really bad.

As though my heart was being squeezed...crushed.

I knew I had to get ready, I still have work. I stood up and went to the shower.

I got dressed in blue jeans, a white cardigan and some white sneakers.

It's what I first saw opening my wardrobe, so I wore it. I was in no mood to be judging my outfit today.

Thankfully I didn't have a tear-stained face. I just washed my face and applied vitamin C since I had missed my routine yesterday.

Yesterday.

A day I wished was just a dream, but it wasn't, it was real.

I sighed looking at myself in the mirror.

"Why does life do this to you?" I whined.

I walked out of my room, realizing there were tissues everywhere due to yesterdays crying.

I didn't want to clean now, I'd do it when I'd be back, I shrugged.

I closed my door and went into the elevator.

Mrs Thomson was there, she was an old lady living in the building, and she had gone on vacation with her husband, I didn't know she was back already.

"Morning" I greeted trying my best to smile. It probably looked awful and awkward.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked.

"I don't know any more," I said looking at her.

"And that means?" she asked,  I always went to Mrs Thomson for advice,  I knew I could trust her.

She looked at me expecting me to continue, "I broke up with Matteo" I confessed looking at my shoes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry darling" she said putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Where are you even going?" she asked when the elevator stopped.

"Work" I sighed, her eyes filled with worry and pity "Oh darling, you're in no condition to be working" she said rubbing my back gently.

"But I have to go," I said sadly, "We can talk when you come back," she said.

"But I come back at 9 pm,  please don't bother yourself" I begged.

"Of course not dear, at that time I'm watching my soapies and Richard is always telling me to do something useful at that time, so that can be talking to you" she giggled.

"Thank you,  Mrs Thomson" I thanked before going to the driver who was waiting for me.

I entered the car and greeted him as usual.

My mind was generally empty,  as though life had no more meaning.

As though the air I was breathing was unnecessary.

As though the sun should stop working so hard for me to feel warm.

I felt cold.

Alone.

I wish Sydney and Isabella were there yesterday,  but I knew Isa was on a date with Nat.

And Sydney had to urgently go visit her family in Spain.

I could tell Owen or one of the boys but I don't want to worry them.

I should handle myself.
But can I?