Chapter 30 — Waiting for the Catch

At first my survival instincts kept me braced.

I kept waiting for the other shoe, for the catch, for the bill to come due — because in my experience, kindness was always an advance on a debt you would later be made to pay.

But there was no catch.

There was only Lucinda, who was not merely a titan but a mother set on making up for twenty-eight lost years.

She taught me the workings of the Carrington holdings by day; at night we took turns rocking Rafferty to sleep.