“It does to me.”
I shook my head. “Isaac… I didn’t call for help. I just didn’t know where else to—”
He gently lifted my chin.
“You called home, Mrs. Carter. And I will never forget what you did for me.”
Before I knew what was happening, he took my bags, guided me into the helicopter, and buckled me in like I was precious cargo.
As the helicopter lifted above the perfect rooftops, I saw Kendall step onto her porch, tiny and blurred by distance, mouth parted in disbelief as the wind from the rotors tugged at her expensive curtains.
She didn’t wave.
I didn’t either.
We soared into the night sky, the lights of Houston spreading beneath us like constellations.
“Where are we going?” I asked softly.
“To your new home,” Isaac said. “Mine. And as long as I’m alive, you’ll never wonder where you’re sleeping again.”
My throat tightened. “Isaac… I don’t want to be a burden.”
He laughed gently, shaking his head. “You’re the reason I became the man I am. You gave me a family when no one else wanted me. You kept the light on for me every night.”
He reached over and squeezed my hand.
“Now it’s my turn.”
