The Millionaire Came Home Early and Found His Wife Living in the Servants’ Room—Then He Discovered What She Was Waiting For
She reached for the photograph and traced the outline of the window behind her younger self.
“I did wait for you, Julian,” she said softly.
“Not to rescue me.
Just to notice.”
I felt the words settle somewhere deep.
“I know.”
We sat together for a while.
Then she handed the photograph back to me.