guilt money.”
“She’s dying.”
I froze.
“Marta has stage four pancreatic cancer. They gave her weeks. I wanted her to have something beautiful before. Something to thank her for…” Nolan dragged one hand over his face. “For you. For our life. For all the years she gave back to us when she didn’t have to.”
I gripped the back of the chair.
“You let me think you were having an affair for an entire afternoon.”
“I didn’t know how to start, Olivia. I have never known how to start.”
“Twenty-six
