His Lesson Killed My Mother Now He Will Pay Chapter 29
Aisha gathered the registration forms and nodded toward the window.
“Graham’s outside.”
He was standing across the street.
He didn’t come over.
Over the past year, he had sold his shares, paid the judgment, and made anonymous monthly transfers to Last Ride. Sometimes he stood outside for a few minutes before leaving.
It started to rain as evening fell, and the staff trickled out. Finally, he walked over and stopped under the awning, his shirt soaked at the shoulders.
“Can I say something?”
I paused at the door.
“Go ahead.”
“Today is Elena’s birthday.”
He held out a paper box. Inside were my mother’s favorite lemon bars, arranged in neat rows.
“I don’t have the right to visit her.” His voice was rough. “Could you put one at her grave for me?”
“No.”
Graham’s hand stiffened, then lowered. He took the box back.
“Okay.”
He didn’t ask again.
I was about to close the door when he stopped me.
“Nora, if I had answered your call that day—”
“There is no ‘if.’”
He stood there in the silence, rainwater dripping from his hair.
“I know,” he finally said. “I think about it every day.”
I didn’t answer.
The door shut between us.