Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Morris looked pale as he stared at the card Nathalie handed back to him. This

was the card he had risked everything for, the one where he had tucked away all his savings for her. And now, with Nathalie giving it back-what on earth was that supposed to mean?

Was she trying to create some distance between them?

Nathalie spoke softly, "Having some money on hand will make things easier for you."

Morris's fingers trembled slightly. "Nathalie, that money was a gift for you. I never planned on taking it back."

Nathalie replied, "I don't need it anymore. The company is doing well, and Stewart Enterprise is profitable every year. I can take care of myself now. Please, keep it."

Morris's voice was choked with emotion, "At least keep part of it. You don't have to give me the whole card back."

Nathalie insisted, "It's always good to have some cash on you, especially when you're away from home."

With that, she stood up and left.

wheelchair, his head hanging low in despair. Lincoln had managed to drive Morris away, but he didn't seem

Nathalie, following her upstairs. The greatest distance in

Nathalie's bedroom door. He raised his hand but eventually let it fall back down,

he realized that he'd arrived with nothing, but now the room was filled with gifts from Nathalie. His closet was

and wheeled himself over to the window, looking down at the

knocking on the door next to his

Daddy brought

you hear

please open

was no response from

felt a pang of concern. He clumsily maneuvered his wheelchair

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full of unspoken words. Nathalie turned her head away, her face clouded with sorrow, and

said, "Vivian, have some fresh fruit. I just

Lincoln's emotional intelligence was truly

"Dad, you can't just slap someone and