She looked at him steadily. Then she spoke. “Do you remember Greenwood Cemetery?”
His heart skipped violently. A woman emerged from the car behind her. Older, composed, unmistakable.
Evelyn Crosswell.
She told him everything. After her forced disappearance, she had rebuilt her power in silence, reclaimed her company, and waited until it was safe to return. The first thing she had done was search for the man who saved her child.
Without you, she said through tears, my daughter would not be alive, and neither would I.
The girl stepped forward and took Thomas’s hand gently. “You were the first person to protect me,” she said. “I will always remember that.”
Evelyn offered him wealth, comfort, security. Thomas declined, smiling softly. “I am fine,” he replied. “Just let me see her sometimes.”
Evelyn embraced him, crying without shame. In the roar of the city, an old cab driver wiped his eyes. No one else knew. But fate never forgets.
