I hesitated, my thoughts scrambling for the right words, my heart pounding with the weight of my lie. I couldn’t tell him the real truth—couldn’t tell him that I was living with my ex-husband, even if that was the last thing I wanted. He didn’t need to know about that part of my life. Not now. Not while he was still recovering from the illness that had drained so much of his strength.
“It’s a private job,” I said again, my voice a little steadier now.
“I’m taking care of an elderly woman. She’s very kind, not difficult at all. It’s a simple thing, really. " I’m just making sure she’s comfortable, helping her with daily tasks.”
Vincent’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t press further. His eyes still held that questioning look, the concern that always seemed to be there whenever I s
