Clara stared at the man standing in front of her door, trying to process his words. Her mind was racing with questions, but one stood out: Why would someone like Ethan Mercer, a billionaire, be standing here in the hallway of this rundown apartment building?
Ethan continued, his voice gentle and reassuring. “I traced the number because I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a scam. But I promise, I’m here to help. I brought what you need for Lily.”
Clara’s grip on the door tightened. Trust was hard-earned and easily broken in her world. But she was exhausted, and Lily was hungry. The soft whimper from her daughter pulled at her heartstrings, urging her to take a leap of faith.
