house. The pain in my knee was a dull,
than came home.
a surprise fo
y and a girl around four and six years old, wa
hey were Eleanor's c
asked, my voice
athy. "He and his wife... they passed away in a car accident. They're orphans, Ell
e, under my roof, and feeding me a story about
children. The little
," I
rgue. He thought I was still the s
guest rooms, then came back to t
the sofa, his express
ly. "And I know I've been... distant
ick folder fro
bout our future. About prot
e transfer agreement. He was signing over a controlling
d. "So you're always secure. So y
every long "business trip" that coincided with one of her pregnancies, he would come home with
, it was
papers and a
, Ellie.
Then I looked at him, at
picked up the pen
Vance
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