“Of course.” He tucks the card away. “I’ll speak with the family today.”
“Not today,” I correct him. “Give it a day or two. Let her daughter come to terms with the situation first.”
He looks puzzled but agrees. “As you wish.”
I leave him with final instructions and make my way back toward the elevators, careful to avoid passing Room 412.
I don’t want Rowan to see me here.
I don’t want her to know I’m doing this.
If she knew, she might feel obligated. Might think she owes me something. And while the old me would have enjoyed that power, would have used it to my advantage—the thought leaves me cold now.
I want her to come to me because she chooses to, not because she’s paying a debt.
I’m halfway to the elevator when I hear her voice. She’s leaving her mother’s room, heading in my dir
