I remembered the morning, several weeks back, when I’d looked out my office window and saw her outside with my lunch in her hands, stopping to place money in a homeless man’s cup. My team always spoke about how appreciative they were that Hannah would stay long past normal office hours to help them with every assignment.
Time was something Hannah had very little of, but it seemed that was what she gave out the most—to Ford, whenever he needed her to watch his daughter; to my team, when even the slightest hiccup arose; and even to me, never saying no regardless of what I asked.
The truth was, I didn’t deserve her.
But at least I’d poured my heart out to her.
At least I’d finally told her how I felt.
And now, what gazed back at me were eyes so shocked and emotional that I could have tol
