Sunday morning, with Matthew’s help, Adam knocked on the door to Caspian’s office. Charlie was still asleep, and he was glad for a chance to speak with him alone.
When they were invited in, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
He’d had a week to think about what he wanted to do. What he wanted to say. The lawyer had been right about the gift. Caspian could afford it. But how did you thank someone who not only offered to open their home to you, but handed you the key to your freedom?
“Hey, Adam. You’re up early.” He looked up from what he was writing to smile at him. “You sleep well?”
“Yeah, pretty good.” He took a seat when Caspian nodded to the chair across the desk from him and the cat jumped to curl up on Caspian’s lap. “I was hoping to talk to you.”
“About your decision
