The Au Pair Eve Sweet, Avery Cristy -

Avery was eleven, with the sharp, translucent gaze of someone who had already decided adults were puzzles—and not interesting ones. On Eve’s first night, Avery stood in the doorway of the guest room at 2:00 a.m., barefoot.

And she did. Not because the pay was good, or the house was grand. But because the girl with the too-still heart had taught Eve Sweet that ordinary was a lie—and that love was the only real magic she’d ever need. the au pair eve sweet, avery cristy

And Avery, for the first time, smiled like a child instead of a ghost. Avery was eleven, with the sharp, translucent gaze