It was not the answer I expected.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “My father threatened to cut me out of the company if I stayed with her. I was young enough to think that mattered. Proud enough to think I could fix everything later. I asked her to wait while I handled things.”
“She didn’t?”
“No. She told me a woman should never wait quietly while a man negotiates her worth.”
My mother.
A tear slipped down my temple into my hair.
“I went after her,” he said. “But she had disappeared. I received one letter months later. She wrote that she was safe and that I should not look for her.”
“Did you?”
“For years.”
“Not hard enough,” I said.
The words came out before I could soften them.
Adrian accepted them without flinching. “No. Not hard enough.”
Silence settled again.
“I don’t know how to feel about you,” I admitted.
