Chapter 4 - THE LITTLE GIRL WHO NEVER CAME HOME
Clara's daughter had been named Lily.
She was six years old when she died in a highway collision.
Clara had been driving her to school.
A truck crossed the median.
The impact destroyed the passenger side of the car.
Clara survived.
Lily did not.
For months, Clara blamed herself.
She stopped working.
Stopped answering calls.
Stopped opening the curtains.
Her marriage collapsed under the weight of grief.
Eventually, she returned to caregiving.
Not because she believed helping other children would replace Lily.
Because she couldn't bear the thought of becoming someone who never loved again.
Vincent learned the story from Clara herself.
He asked her to meet him in the library.
She sat across from him.
“Dominic told me you had questions.”
Vincent nodded.
“I owe you an apology.”
Clara frowned.
“For what?”
“I've been looking into your past.”
Her expression hardened.
“You investigated me?”
“Yes.”
She stood.
“Then perhaps this isn't the right job for me.”
Vincent rose immediately.
“Clara, wait.”
She turned.
He took a breath.
“You're right to be angry.”
She stared.
“I should have asked you directly.”
Silence.
Then Clara asked:
“Why didn't you?”
Vincent looked toward the window.
“Because I don't know how to trust people.”
Clara studied him.
Then said:
“That's something you need to learn, Mr. Rossi.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
She looked at him for a long moment.
Then sat down again.
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And for the first time, Vincent Rossi began learning that trust couldn't be purchased through surveillance.
It had to be earned.
