“You told me pity was insulting.”
“This isn’t pity.”
“What is it?”
“Pride.”
Christopher looked at me for a long time.
Our relationship had changed slowly.
Caregiver.
Employer.
Partners in an investigation.
Friends.
Something else.
Neither of us named it for months.
Until one evening, after physical therapy, Christopher asked me to walk with him through the garden.
He still needed braces and forearm crutches.
Every step required concentration.
But he walked.
We reached the fountain.
The same fountain I had stared at my first day, when I arrived hungry, terrified, and certain wealthy people belonged to another universe.
Christopher stopped.
“I need to ask you something.”
“If this is about increasing my work hours, no.”
“It isn’t.”
“Then ask.”
He reached beneath his shirt.
The silver locket appeared.
Ryan’s locket.
Christopher had offered it back after everything ended.
Ryan refused.
“He earned it,” my brother had told me.
Christopher opened the locket.
Inside were two tiny photographs.
One of Ryan.
One of me.
I stared.
“When did you put that in?”
“A while ago.”
My heart began pounding.
Christopher looked suddenly nervous.
I had never seen him nervous.
“Rachel.”
“Yes?”
“I spent years believing everything good in my life came with a price.”
He looked toward the mansion.
“Money.”
“Power.”
“Loyalty.”
“Even survival.”
His eyes returned to mine.
“Then you walked into my room because you needed a paycheck and somehow became the first person in years who never wanted anything from me except answers.”
I smiled.
“I wanted the paycheck too.”
He laughed.
“Fair.”
Then he became serious.
“I love your children.”
My throat tightened.
“I love your brother, even when he threatens to throw me out windows.”
“He likes you.”
“He has an odd way of showing it.”
“That’s Ryan.”
Christopher took a breath.
I married a stranger from a hospital waiting room[]
Zoe Saldaña Says She’s Not Ready to Join Another Taylor Sheridan Show for This Reason (Exclusive)
Oregon QB Dante Moore taken to hospital after late hit by USC
What Causes Blood Clots in the Heart: Symptoms
Pick A Bowl Of Fries To See What Kind Of Person You Are
