When a wealthy, emotionally distant man offers shelter to Lexi, a homeless woman, he’s drawn to her resilience.
Their unlikely bond begins to grow — until the day he walks into his garage unannounced and discovers something disturbing. Who is Lexi really, and what is she hiding?
I had everything money could buy: a sprawling estate, luxury cars, and more wealth than I could ever spend in a lifetime.
Yet, inside, there was a hollow I couldn’t fill.
I’d never had a family since women always seemed to want me only for the money I inherited from my parents.
At sixty-one, I couldn’t help but wish I’d done something differently.
I tapped the steering wheel absently, trying to shake off the familiar weight on my chest. That’s when I saw a disheveled woman bent over a trash can.
I slowed the car, not sure why I even bothered.
People like her were everywhere, weren’t they? But there was something about the way she moved, her thin arms digging through the garbage with a sort of grim determination that tugged at something inside me.
She looked fragile, yet fierce, like she was holding onto survival by sheer force of will.
Before I realized what I was doing, I had pulled over.
The engine hummed as I rolled down the window, watching her from the safety of my car.
She looked up, startled.
Her eyes were wide, and for a moment, I thought she might run. But she didn’t. Instead, she straightened up, brushing her hands on her faded jeans.
“Do you need some help?” I asked, my voice sounding strange even to my ears.
It wasn’t like me to talk to strangers, let alone invite trouble into my world.
“You offering?” There was a sharpness to her voice, but also a kind of tiredness, like she’d heard every empty promise before.
“I don’t know.” The words tumbled out before I could think them through.
I stepped out of the car. “I just saw you there and… well, it didn’t seem right.”
She crossed her arms over her chest; her gaze never leaving mine.
“What’s not right is life.” She let out a bitter laugh. “And cheating, no-good husbands in particular.
But you don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
I winced, even though I knew she was right.
“Maybe not.” I paused, unsure of how to continue.
“Do you have a place to go tonight?”
She hesitated, her eyes darting away for a second before locking back onto mine. “No.”
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