the door, then paused, looking back at the small, flickering studio apartment, and then at Clara.
“The job pays ninety-five thousand a year, full benefits, and childcare stipend. My assistant will call you tomorrow afternoon to arrange a car to bring you to my offices. Take the day tomorrow to rest. Feed your baby.”
Clara stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs, looking from the check to the man who had appeared in her life like a ghost at midnight.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her voice
