He made a quick decision—impulsive, even for him.
“My father needs someone. He had a stroke last year, uses a wheelchair. His last caregiver quit this morning. You’d have a place to stay, food, salary, and medical coverage.”
Lila’s eyes widened. “I’m not looking for pity—”
“This isn’t pity,” he cut her off. “It’s a job. One I need filled today. You in?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes. I’m in.”
Alexander’s estate sat on the edge of the Hudson River, a sprawling modern home nestled behind tall gates and thick woods. When Lila arrived, dripping and clutching the only backpack she owned, the staff looked skeptical.
But Alexander was clear: “She’s the new caregiver. Treat her with respect.”
