I took a job bathing a paralyzed billionaire because my children were starving and I had no other choice. I told myself it was only work, only a…

Mrs. Alvarez looked away.

“Oh my God.”

I backed toward the doorway.

“You both know.”

“Rachel,” she said.

“Don’t.”

I held up my hand.

“If you knew my brother, if you knew anything about what happened to him—”

Christopher slammed his palm against the chair
control.

“Enough!”

I stared at him through tears.

Then I picked up my coat.

“I need this job,” I said quietly. “More than you could possibly understand.”

His eyes met mine.

“But if that necklace came from my brother, I will find out how.”

I walked out.

Mrs. Alvarez followed me downstairs.

“Rachel.”

I kept walking.

“Please.”

I stopped near the front door.

She lowered her voice.

“You should go home tonight.”

“Was Ryan here?”