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.

sat there, dejected, in his wheelchair, his head hanging low in despair. Lincoln had managed to drive Morris

immediately, Morris wheeled himself after Nathalie, following her upstairs. The greatest distance in the world is being right beside

his wheelchair at Nathalie's bedroom door. He raised his hand but eventually let

now the room was filled with gifts from Nathalie. His closet was bursting with clothes she had given him. He

to the window, looking down

Lincoln urgently knocking on the door next to his room, his voice growing more anxious with

up! Daddy

can you

open

no response

of concern. He clumsily maneuvered his wheelchair

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door, he saw Nathalie stepping out as well. Their eyes met, full of unspoken words. Nathalie turned her head away, her face clouded

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Lincoln's emotional intelligence was

you can't just slap someone and then offer them a