“I think someone wanted you to come here.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
He leaned back.
“Because this job wasn’t an accident.”
The next morning, I called the agency.
They told me something that made my stomach twist.
There was no record of my application.
No interview.
No employee file.
Nothing.
I hadn’t been hired.
I had been personally requested.
By Alexander Bennett.
Except Alexander insisted he had never seen my name before that day.
Someone had arranged everything.
Someone had known I was desperate.
Someone had known about my children.
Someone had known exactly how to get me inside Alexander’s house.
And someone had been waiting twenty years for us to find each other.
I wanted to leave.
I wanted to take my children and disappear.
But before I could, Alexander stopped me.
“Don’t go.”
I turned around.
“You think I should stay here after everything you’ve just told me?”
