Sixty seven

Kamille's POV

Hey Kamille,

I have sent you the names, ID cards, and details of the home tutors. You can reach out to them when you are ready.

Christopher.

I smiled as I read the message from the breakfast table. Chris's thoughtfulness and care over the last few days have helped me move past what Zeke did to me.

I was hurt every time I thought about what he did, but I was learning to leave him where he belonged.

My past.

I opened the mail and there were two tutors, a male and a female. Their profiling was perfect, so all that was left was the doctor's go-ahead.

“Hurry up with your meal now, you don't want the doctor to meet you at the breakfast table,” I said to my kids who had been playing around with their food.

I did not need any diagnosis to know my kids were okay, but I needed to be sure. I could not afford any chances.

They finished with their meal and went with Nanny Dona upstairs, while I waited for the doctors in the living room.

I sat going through my phone. My phone ha