The Inadequate Nanny

Have you ever felt the piercing stare of a stranger—burning your body to the ground with open hatred? No? Then I had to! But that’s later. For now… in anger, without figuring it out, I mutilated someone else’s beloved car. I only smashed it with a sledgehammer and, thanks to a lucky chance, escaped from the crime scene. Damn rich kids with the same cars! Forget the incident like a nightmare? Not so easy—because the pocket I ripped off during the brawl with everyone still keeps the scent of its owner…