One afternoon, as Renee prepared for discharge, Grayson finally spoke. “I own several properties in neighborhoods with excellent schools. One of the buildings has a vacant apartment. If you and Talia want it, it is yours. Rent-free. No strings. I would also like to offer you a position. A building management role. Flexible hours, steady pay, and healthcare coverage.”
Renee stared at him, stunned. “That is too much. I cannot become someone’s charity. I need to contribute something. I need to earn my place.”
“It is not charity,” Grayson said quietly. “Talia saved her family. She reminded me that I needed to save myself. I am offering stability. The rest will grow naturally. If you want it to.”
Silence held for a long moment until Renee exhaled, voice breaking. “I will accept if I can prove I deserve the job and pay something toward the apartment eventually. I want to stand, not be carried.”
“Agreed,” Grayson replied, feeling something shift inside him.
