“I didn’t know who she was at first,” he said quickly. “She collapsed near the train station. I was helping at the community center that day and they called for volunteers because someone needed medical assistance—”
Clara closed her eyes.
Of course.
Daniel had inherited every dangerous softness his mother spent years trying to bury inside herself.
“When I checked her ID…” he continued carefully, “I saw the last name.”
“And you brought her here.”
“She had nowhere to go.”
“She always finds somewhere to go.”
The bitterness in Clara’s voice cut through the room.
Her mother visibly flinched.continue reading …
