He smiled. “Hello, Esther. I found you through Dr. Simon.”
I stepped aside, still in shock, as they entered. The woman wiped her eyes. “I’m Emily,” she said softly. “My husband told me what you did for him. If it weren’t for you, we might have never seen him again.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.
He smiled warmly. “The best doctors in the city gave me the best treatment. And after months of therapy, I finally regained my memory.” His voice shook slightly. “And the first thing I wanted to do was find the woman who saved my life. The cops told me about Dr. Simon.”
He reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope. “This is for you,” he said. “A small token of gratitude.”
I frowned, taking it hesitantly. When I opened it, my breath caught. A check… a life-changing amount of money stared back at me.
I looked up, shaking my head. “I can’t accept this.”
“You can,” he insisted. “And you should.”
I swallowed hard. “I didn’t help you for money. I helped you because… it was the right thing to do.”
Mr. Stallone exhaled, his eyes glistening. “Then let me do the right thing, too.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “Come work for me.”
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