Three weeks in, the gifts became something else entirely.
Killian arrived at my building one Saturday morning with a driver and a blindfold.
I stared at him from my doorway in my Saturday clothes, coffee in hand.
"No."
"You said time with each of us on your terms," he said. "This is my terms for my day."
I squinted at him. He looked genuinely excited in the way a child does when they've planned something they're proud of. It was disarming.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"That's the point of the blindfold."
I thought about it for three seconds.
"If you take me somewhere embarrassing, I will sue you. I have the credentials."
He grinned. "I know. I've read your file."
I put on the blindfold.
He took me to a go-kart track in New Jersey. I laughed for the first time in days. We race
