The Nanny Wife

Daisy and I spend two hours every day trapped in the soul-crushing crawl of Seattle traffic, commuting twenty-five miles to a mediocre elementary school on the ragged edge of the county.

For two years, I’ve swallowed the bitterness of it. I did it because my husband, Nelson, told me our downtown condo didn’t fall within the catchment area for Westside Elementary—the crown jewel of the district.

I believed him. Until my best friend, Sasha, bought an identical unit three floors below us.