But softer.
“She’s upstairs in our guest room with my sister. Ate two more pieces of toast when we got home. Took a bath that turned the water gray. Then she asked if you were in trouble.”
Lauren laughed despite herself.
“She did?”
“She said, ‘The lady with the kind eyes gave me food. Is she gonna get yelled at?’”
Lauren swallowed hard.
“And?”
Ethan looked ashamed.
“I told her I didn’t know.”
Silence pressed in around that.
Then he reached into his coat pocket.
Lauren tensed without meaning to.
He stopped halfway.
“Sorry,” he said. “Business card.”
He pulled out a plain white card and held it toward her.
Not flashy.
No embossed nonsense.
Just his name, his number, and the name of a regional software firm Lauren knew by reputation. Not a giant, but solid. The kind of company people respected quietly.
She took the card.
