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“You ever consider moonlighting as a psychologist?”

“Don’t need to when I have plenty of material in my day job. Look, I’m not telling you to get back together with her. But do me a favor and don’t write her off.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Right, well, now that I know you’ll live, I should probably get back to work. I have some reports to write, and you have some healing to do.”

“Thank you, Nathan. For everything.”

“Any time.”

Chapter 29

Delilah stuffedthe last of her clothes into the suitcase, trying to make the most of the bittersweet moment. She should be more excited about getting a permanent position, even if working in the finance sector wasn’t her passion. But this move would be a fresh start—at least that’s what she kept telling herself. But she couldn’t feel it. She ignored the sense that it was more of a death than a new life. What other choice did she have?

At the soft knock on her door, she closed her eyes. She’d told Luca she’d be leaving in the morning. He was being brave about it, but she knew he was taking it hard.

“It’s unlocked,” she called out, remaining by her bed. She’d already cried plenty of tears and didn’t want to have to keep getting emotional about everything.

She heard the door close as she zipped up her bag. They’d say goodbye in the morning. She didn’t want to have to do it twice. Once was going to be hard enough.

After taking a deep breath, she walked out of her room and stopped.

Samson’s face was hard as a rock and cold. He was leaning on a cane, but he still looked as well built as he always had. The waypeople talked about him, he could probably kill fifty men with that cane right where he stood.

“Uh, hi,” she said. “I thought you were Luca.” She clasped her hands in front of her, then released them, unsure what to do.

“I saw him downstairs. He told me you were up here.”

“Yeah. I’m on my way out, actually. Leaving town.”

“Right now?”

“In the morning.”

“Oh.”

“I got a job.”

“Where?”

“New York.”

He looked at the floor, and his brows pushed together like he was searching for something.

“You’re looking good,” she said, keeping her feet planted. “Are the doctors still expecting a full recovery?” She knew they were. Trevors had called her the week before. He’d also told her what Samson had said about his time in captivity and what he’d done to bring down the building.

“Yeah.” He lifted his cane. “Not there yet, though.”

“I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Mostly.”

“Right.” She clenched her teeth to brace herself for what she expected him to say. It would be better if he said it and left instead of standing so stiffly. “You can say what you came here to say. I deserve it. And I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than to waste it here.”

“What do you think I should say?”

“That I betrayed you, and you almost lost your daughter.”

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