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ground if his arms hadn’t caught me. My anger at his confession fell away as did the sound of the cars driving by. All I could hear, could sense, was him. Touching me. So very close to me. I closed my eyes, trying to break the spell of his unintentional seduction. Or was it intentional? Uggggg.
    “What? No. No. No. No. No.” I dove straight into full panic mode as the meaning of his words settled in. What he told me meant he knew too much, and knowing too much was dangerous.
    “No what, beautiful? Look at me.”
    I squeezed my eyes tightly and shook my head in defiance.
    “Look. At. Me.” When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking at me with such compassion, my anxiety dissipated. “When Bob called he said you were in a bad way and came here with no phone and less than a dollar.” That pretty much summed it up. “He was worried you were into something dangerous and asked for my help. I found the articles.”
    The articles were all over the net. I knew I couldn’t hide from them. Shit, it hit the national news.
    “They lie.”
    “They said your mother tried to drown your sister and you saved her.” My eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t see where we were moving, but when my back hit the wall, his intent was obvious. He was giving me privacy.
    “No. I. Didn’t.” I could have saved her. I should have saved her, but I had been a selfish preteen brat. “If I had given Mary her bath like Mom asked me to instead of telling her I needed to get my project done and that I wasn’t her slave, Mary would be fine.”
    “You were twelve.” He wiped the tears from my cheek.
    “And she needed me.” Cognitively I knew He was right, I was twelve. I wasn’t an adult. Yet, that one decision, that one night destroyed Mary’s world. My decision. Mine.
    “And you saved her. Don’t put your mother’s actions on you. You saved Mary and then spent the next eleven years doing everything you could to help her.”
    I threw my arms around Jameson and held on tight.
    All of his words were true, yet believing them was not that easy. My father abandoned us when my mom went to jail, tell me “It is all your fault.” My foster families told me I needed to clean up after her, take care of her, get her to school before they gave up on her and she went to the crap hole of an institution she was in now. Even the kids at school ignored me after what happened. Everyone blamed me except Mary. Not that she really understood or remembered any of it.
    “You don’t need to give up everything for your sister anymore. I got her a spot in a special school and rehab for people with brain injuries that has a program for people with oxygen deprivation. It’s in the city.” He spoke very slowly, probably so I could digest his words. I’d found a place for her back home, but they didn’t specialize in anything other than basic life skills. She needed those, but if someplace specialized in her condition, maybe… I didn’t want to get my hopes up. A spot was one thing. Specialty places were for the rich, which no one would ever even jokingly refer to me as.
    “Which is even more reason why I need the job. I need to—-”
    “You don’t understand.”
    I pulled back, sending up a silent prayer that I didn’t leave a wet spot on his shirt.
    “It’s already paid for.”
    “How?” He rubbed his hands down my arm, sending a shiver up my spine. His touch was so distracting. “You?”
    “No, not me.” A handkerchief was in his hand, blotting away my tears. I had no idea they still even made them.
    “Don’t give me that look. It isn’t my money.”
    I had no idea what look I was giving him, but it seemed to amuse Jameson if the turn of his lip was any indication.
    “Fine, it’s barely my money.” That caught my attention. How could it barely be his or anyone else’s money? “I donate a huge sum of money to their endowment every year and in return they’re able to run their facility on only the money granted them by either