wall.
“Where are your children, Adrienne?”
That comfort vanished.
“They left,” I said.
His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses. “Why?”
I swallowed painfully.
“The parking was too expensive.”
He stayed silent perhaps ten seconds, jaw working.
He gently enclosed my free hand.
“I’ve been looking for you for years, Adrienne,” he said.
His voice shifted from tenderness to careful medical seriousness.
“I wanted the chance to thank you,” he said. “To repay what you did for me. But I also wanted to make sure you were all right.”
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