Chapter Sixteen
Lincoln
Seeing Michaela Simon walk into the kitchen my mother had worked in for most of my life was easily the most surprising thing I could ever remember happening to me.
How was I-barely-make-ends-meet Michaela Simon the niece of Harry Blackwell?
I hadn’t spent a lot of close time with the man, but he seemed cool and Mom adored him and Dad respected him. So what the f**k? How could a decent man not help her out?
Did he never know?
She was good at composure, I’ll say that. Apart from her greeting question and initial wide eyes, she never gave away what she thought of me being here.
We were on the same page with not giving my mother fodder to dig into how well we knew each other, though I’m sure for different reasons. I loved Mom, but she was a little desperate for m
