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“And who is this?”
“Eleanor’s caregiver,” Arthur said. “She’s been working here for a month already.”
“Hm.” Her eyes traveled over me like a cat calculating when to pounce. “How nice.”
A few weeks later, the hospital called me while I was reading to Eleanor. I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway.
My hands started shaking before I even answered.
Her eyes traveled over me like a cat calculating when to pounce.
“Ma’am, we need Noah back in this afternoon for updated scans and testing.”
“Yes. Yes, we’ll be there.”
I hung up and pressed my forehead to the cool wallpaper.
When I turned around, Arthur was standing at the end of the hallway in his robe, leaning on his cane, watching me.
“Who keeps calling you that makes your hands shake?” he asked quietly.
“We need Noah back in this week for updated scans and testing.”
At that moment, I realized that all the months I’d been watching Vivian and her brothers argue over Arthur’s money, this dying man had been watching me far more closely than I ever thought.
“The hospital. My son… he urgently needs heart surgery.”
“Ah. I’m sorry to hear that.” He took one slow step closer and patted his chest. “My heart is also failing. Soon, I’ll need a caregiver too.”
I smiled. “I’m sorry, sir. If there’s anything—”
“Arthur. Please, call me Arthur.”
This dying man had been watching me far more closely than I ever thought.
The next morning, the hospital called again.
“Ma’am, Noah’s latest test results came back. We need to move the surgery date up and begin pre-op treatment immediately. Can you confirm payment by Friday?”
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Friday? I— I need more time.”
But there wasn’t any more time. I hung up and sank onto the marble floor of Arthur’s hallway. He found me there ten minutes later, his cane tapping softly against the tiles.
“We need to move the surgery date up.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“My son. They’re moving the surgery up. I can’t — I don’t have the money. I’ll never have it.”
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he said something so outrageous I thought I’d heard wrong.
“Marry me. Your son gets his surgery, and I get a wife my children can’t control.”
I shook my head, tears spilling over. “I won’t be that woman.”
“Not even to save your son?”
“What’s wrong?”