One afternoon, Clara came into the study and found a letter on the desk, addressed to her in Arthur’s handwriting.
She opened it and read:
“Clara,
I once believed everyone had a price. You showed me that some people have something far more valuable—honor.
You reminded me what it means to be human.
So I want to ask, not as your employer, but as your friend—
Will you help me live the rest of my life believing in people again?
Yours truly,
Arthur”
Tears filled her eyes.
When she looked up, Arthur was standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, his eyes nervous.
She smiled and nodded.
“Yes, Arthur. I will.”
