Unavoidable.
He knew.
From the very first day.
The moment I arrived for the caregiver interview.
The moment he heard my name.
The moment he saw Lisa’s photograph in my wallet.
He had known.
“I hired you.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
Not chance.
Not luck.
Him.
The entire time.
“Why?”
His answer came immediately.
“Because guilt was killing me.”
The honesty hurt more than any lie.
“I searched for Lisa every year.”
His voice trembled.
“I paid investigators.”
“I monitored her medical care.”
“I funded anonymous donations.”
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