“I know. But today, let me take care of it.”
“Why?”
She smiled softly.
“Someone once helped me when I needed it. I’m just returning the kindness.”
Then she refilled my coffee and walked away.
I sat beside the window fighting back tears.
My mother’s words returned to me.
Someone has to care. Today, that someone is me.
Only now, it was Amber.
And she had no idea who I was.
Then the kitchen door swung open.
Kyle appeared.
His expensive blue shirt was neatly pressed, and a gold watch shone on his wrist.
Madison followed him, pointing toward my table.
“What is going on here?” Kyle demanded.
Amber stepped forward.
“I seated him. He’s just having lunch.”
Kyle looked at me with obvious irritation.
“Is he paying?”
“I’m covering his meal.”
He laughed sarcastically.
“This is a business, Amber. Not a charity.”
“It’s only one bowl of soup.”
