“I met Rebecca yesterday,” Walter explained, glancing at his son. “She works at the grocery store. She helped me when I needed it.”
Timothy exhaled. “You brought someone here with a full official escort?”
“I wanted her to feel safe,” Walter said smoothly.
Timothy looked at me. “I’m sorry about all of this… genuinely.”
“She helped me when I needed it.”
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Timothy replied, offering a faint smile.
It was the most grounded exchange that had happened in the last hour, and I appreciated it.
Walter clapped his hands together once.
“Good. You’ve met. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
