Floating, directionless, with no idea what to do next.
In the end, all I could think was to sleep first and figure it out later.
Somewhere in the blur of half-sleep, a hand brushed the tears from the corner of my eye.
Drew's cool voice reached me from close by.
"Still upset about today?"
"I did it for your sake."
"You've worked so hard all these years. Stay home now. Rest. Get your health back."
"You won't want for anything. I'll make sure of that."
On the money side, Drew's conscience was clear enough.
But emotionally, he owed me more than he'd ever care to count.
A man as sharp as Drew couldn't possibly have missed that I was in love with him.
He knew about the feelings I had buried so deep.
So he deliberately paid me the lowest salary to keep me working for him.
Deliberately told me he loved me so I'd stand by him through the company's worst years.
Deliberately took my proposal and handed it to Shelagh so she could shine.
He banked on my feelings.
And used them to trample me as he pleased.
When I didn't respond, Drew patted my back gently.
"Delilah. Listen to me."
"A woman your age should be thinking about family, not chasing a career."
"Stop overthinking it. Why don't we try for another baby?"