When he hadn’t seen Indy for hours, Griffin became worried she’d heard Kendra. Kendra’s bottom-line concern was always how he appeared to the public. He’d hired her for that reason, but sometimes she neglected to remember that he was a person, not a company.
He went to search for Indy. Her voice floated from her room. He knocked on the door before pushing it open. Her back faced him. She sang while pinning pieces of cloth to a board, her voice smooth and full of emotion. The songs she chose always said more about how she felt than her words did. She was hurting, but he had no idea why or how to fix it. He’d give anything to see her smile and laugh uncontrollably. She carried a weight on her. She wasn’t the same Indy he’d left in front of the hospital months ago.
He’d cared about her then
