MARION
I never thought Bruno Storm would be kneeling in front of me. Many thoughts and guesses crossed my mind, but one question lingered: How desperate was he to ask me such a thing on his knees?
He had never knelt before anyone, yet here he was, kneeling before me. Vernon had stayed chatting with Francisca, who had been serving the Storms for several years.
"What makes you think that by kneeling like this, I will agree?" I asked him, looking down at him. "Why should I help you after things ended badly?"
"Marion, I don't want to force things between you and me, but my dad's got heart issues," Bruno told me. "I don't want to risk it. Maybe it doesn't make sense now, but I don't think his heart could handle it if I abruptly tell him what happened between you and me."
I looked at him fo
