But it was residence. He transported Mason indoors, the lad still partially dormant against his arm, inhaling gently.
Each stride through the confined, groaning lounge area reminded Ethan how deeply he’d plummeted since Olivia abandoned him years back. His former spouse. Not the lady from the route. Odd how that moniker resurfaced.
He settled Mason into bed, pressed a kiss to his brow, and gazed at the flaking decor in quietude. A segment of him had adapted to the tranquility. Another detested it. And yet, something felt amiss. Like the atmosphere was excessively hushed. Like an observer was present.
But he dismissed it. He had work the following day. The identical filthy workshop. The identical faulty fuel systems. The identical parsimonious patrons who wouldn’t even gratify for additional time.
And regardless of his diligence, the debts loomed like scavengers hovering above. Meanwhile, thirty kilometers distant, Olivia Grant reclined in the rear of a premium dark limousine stationed outside a contemporary ranch house she infrequently occupied. She had swapped her soiled attire, her locks still moist from the precipitation.
She fixated on a portable computer display, her aide’s tone resounding via the audio. You requested a profile review. We located him. Name’s Ethan Caldwell. Thirty-three. Lone parent.
Spouse departed seven years prior. He’s nurtured the child solo ever since. Holds multiple employments. Resides in a mobile home close to Pine Valley.
Olivia reclined further. Gaze sharpened. And his offspring. Name’s Mason. Fine youth. Never caused issues. Educators describe him as reserved. Intelligent…
She drew a deliberate breath. The recollection of that child. Eyes drowsy yet vivid. Grasping that energy bar as though it were precious. It lingered with her more than anticipated.
Arrange a conference, Olivia stated. A conference, her aide echoed, astonished. With the academy. And the proprietor of that mobile park. Sir, for what reason?
Olivia’s tone lowered. Because that gentleman assisted me during my lowest point. And he sought nothing reciprocally. You believe I’ll simply disregard that?
Two days afterward, Ethan arrived at the workshop parking, only to discover a dark limousine already positioned ahead. A gentleman in formal attire emerged and uttered the phrases that caused Ethan’s gut to sink. You’re Ethan Caldwell? Affirmative. Who inquires?
Accompany me. Ethan tensed. I’ve duties to fulfill. Not this day. I’ve a child to sustain, fellow. This a legal summons? Since if it concerns Olivia.
It’s not that Olivia, the gentleman remarked, scarcely concealing a grin. Believe me. She’s not pursuing you. She’s summoning you.
Ethan burst into laughter. Summoning me to what? Minor disputes tribunal. The gentleman offered no reply. He merely unlatched the vehicle entrance.
They traveled wordlessly. Ethan’s thoughts raced. The gentleman wasn’t law enforcement. That he confirmed. But there was a deliberate quality in his demeanor. As if accustomed to major transactions and safeguarding confidences…
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