Next, I sent a message to my parents, implying that a stay with Kimberley had been the idea all along. Maybe they wouldn’t ask more.
Well, that was easy. I looked up at Grant. “Okay. I’m ready.”
He gestured for me to follow him as he wove his way to the Metro, two fare cards magically popping into his hands. Seconds after we arrived at the platform, our train arrived, and we stepped on.
There was silence between us on the journey. I followed where he led. Sat where he showed me. Peered out the windows at a blur of people and stations and sunshine. He remained watchfully at my side, projecting an air of protectiveness.
“Sara?” Grant’s hand touched my shoulder lightly. “We’ll exit at the next stop.”
I didn’t think too much about what was happening. I rose when he nodded. Stepped out of the car after him. Moved meekly as his hand cupped my elbow and guided me out to a city street. I didn’t recognize where we were, but it had to be Alexandria. “Does Mr. Rey live nearby?”
“A few blocks. It is a charming walk.”
Kimberley waited for us on the stoop of her father’s townhouse. She skipped down to the sidewalk and gave me a hug before launching herself at Grant.
“It’s so nice to see you,” she said.
His arms cradled her gently. “A pleasure, as always.”
“Will you come in? I’m sure Dad and Nour would like to say hi.”
He shook his head. “Perhaps another time.” Dropping his arms, he smiled at me and then strode away.
“Grant,” I called after him.
He paused. “Yes?”
I ran to him. “Thank you.”
He inclined his head.
“This turned out better than I deserved.”
“No, Sara.” His eyes widened, fierce denial flashing in their green depths. “Do not believe that. You deserve happy endings.”
His intensity warmed the icy gloom that had plagued me all day. On impulse, I gave him a hug.
“It’s time to return to Kimberley,” he said, smiling. “I shall watch until you are safely inside.”
I nodded, strolled back to her, and linked our arms. “Ready?”
She climbed the front steps, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You missed the train.”
“I did, but I can’t say that I’m sorry.”
“Me either. Come on.” She led the way to the house and through the front door.
We stopped in a foyer with a high ceiling, cherry floors, and dark paneling. Mr. Rey was an architect. Had he designed this space? It was small and elegant.
“Did Grant tell you who he is?” Kimberley asked.
“What kind of question is that?” I studied her with concern. Kimberley’s brain damage made it difficult for her to remember things. Had she forgotten who Grant was? “He’s your friend. My former tutor. Lacey’s ex-boyfriend.”
“Those are all good answers.” She clapped her hands with excitement. “I’ll show you to the guest room, and then we can join Dad and Nour for supper. This’ll be fun, like we’ve just made our graduation trip longer. I’m glad you’re here.”
“I am, too.” And, surprisingly, that was the truth.
TO: Counselor
