Brian's POV
My phone buzzed with a purchase alert from a boutique.
Ken spoke up, "That's Silvia. You gave her access to your card at the hospital."
The memory surfaced.
Silvia got hurt protecting me. When I offered to thank her with a gift, she mentioned wanting some jewelry and asked me to go shopping with her.
Even when we were dating, I never took her shopping; we’d kept things strictly physical. Instead of accompanying her, I'd handed her a spare card to make her own choices. My schedule was too packed to spend time shopping with any woman.
I slipped the phone away and before I could knock, the wooden door creaked open.
"Unusual to see you here in person," an aged voice remarked. "Something must be troubling you."
"I need a reading."
"About your mate?"
"No," I replied. "It's
