Richmond POV
I sat in my office on the top floor of the Fernandez Real Estate building, staring out at the Sacramento skyline, but my mind was completely focused on Vanya. Every conversation we'd had over the past week had convinced me more and more that she was the brave girl who had saved me fifteen years ago, but the question of when and how to tell her the truth was eating me alive.
The coffee in my hand had gone cold hours ago, but I barely noticed. I kept replaying our lunch conversation yesterday, when she had told me the story of helping a bullied transfer student. She had no idea that the scared, bookish boy she was describing was sitting right across from her, now grown into a man who had built an empire partly because of the confidence her act of kindness had given him.
I wan
